I always regret a fight that started with anger, whether on my part or in my reaction. Some folks can’t seem to make it through life without some kind of fuss going on. I don’t need fusses. They don’t help. I keep reminding myself of 2 Timothy 2:24-26 and my need to be gentle and reasonable.
In some of my online debates in the 1990s, I learned that if I ever get ugly or angry, I always lose. Even if I am right, I am wrong for the attitude and lose the respect of the lurkers. I vowed to let my opponents say anything ugly they wanted; I wasn’t going to act that way. I was going to be nice and respectful. I could win respect, even when I could not convince others of the truth, by my attitude. My deepest regret was when I fell to treating my opponents the way they often treated me.