As I said before, I'm not well known for my good temper.  This story goes back many years ago, when I was in my teens.  I believe it was the second or third place where I had worked for more than two or three days.  They had a cook from California they called Surfer Joe.  I had no idea what his real name was.  He was the first man I'd ever met with long hair and he talked all the time about this surfing thing, which I knew nothing about.  He was only in his early twenties, and all the waitresses just adored him!
We were working one day when a drain had become plugged up and I was struggling with the snake, trying to unclog it.  Joe walked by, laughing, reached down into the garbage, grabbed a handful of it, and threw it in my face, going "Hey, Jerry, your face is dirty."
This totally enraged me.  I stepped up behind him, grabbed his long blonde hair, kicked his feet out from under him, and proceeded to bang his face on the counter, screaming, "Don't you ever throw anything in my face again!"
I let go of him.  He jumped up, grabbed a butcher knife and came flying at me.
The other cooks and the waitresses ran off screaming.  We must have wrestled around the kitchen for fifteen or twenty minutes, when two county sheriffs finally burst into the kitchen and broke us up.
The deputies of course, knew me, and asked me what in the hell was going on!  When I explained he turned to Joe and asked him if he was out of his mind.  What in the hell was he trying to do, get himself killed?
"Hey," Joe answered, "it was only a joke, a prank!  Where I come from guys do stuff like that to each other all the time.  How was I to know this jerk had no sense of humor?"
The Deputy shook his head. "Mr. man," he answered, "you better start remembering in a hurry you're not where you come from. And around here if you do something like that to a man, he's just apt to pound your head in!  And you've probably picked one of the worst people in town to pull a stunt like that on!
Now, as you started it, I don't think there's any need of pressing any charges.  Let's just forget the whole thing and from now on don't go acting stupid with somebody because people around here don't appreciate it."
"Well, I still don't understand," Joe answered, "but if I offended him, I am sorry.  Let's forget it."
The deputies took off and we got back to work. Joe and I barely spoke to each other for weeks, then when I was getting ready to leave because business had quieted down for the season, he stopped me at the door.  "Hey, Gerald," he said, "look, no hard feelings, huh?  I really didn't mean to hurt your feelings, I was just horsing around, I didn't know you'd take offense, o.k.?"
I just nodded and took off.  It was the first time I'd ever run into anybody that considered behavior like that was funny.  I wish I never had again.

We are asked why Spirits work through us.  The answer is Trust. We trust Them.  They trust us.