Believe me, I get it. My little brother still resents the beat downs I gave him when he was five years old. Sure, I was 13 years old at the time, but he needed to get tough. Unabashedly, I forged him into the man he is today.
But, it wasn't the broken leg and arms that made him better. The MIND needed to get tougher as well. The countless hours I stuck him in the dark closet when my parents went to work helped to develop his mental acquity.
Sorry for digressing down memory lane, but every once in a while we all need a little pick me upper: