For nearly 18 years now I’ve been dealing with recurrent pain and cramping in the muscles of my neck, shoulders and upper back. In the last couple of years it has grown steadily worse, and almost intractable, however many times I visit the massage therapist or the chiropractor. It never quite leaves me alone. At present I have had a continuous headache in the exact same spot for two months.
I once saw Paul Harvey do a piece on a book he had read or a documentary he had seen about a leper colony, focusing on how the disease makes lepers insensate to pain, so that they might, for instance, get burned by a cigarette without noticing it had burned down to their fingers, and many incidents like that. At the end he concluded, “You too would say, ‘Thank God for pain!’”
God bless you, Mr. Harvey.
Physical pain is the clearest proof there is that God is either nonexistent, indifferent, or cruel. I don’t mean the pain that serves as a vital warning of danger, I mean the pain you can’t do anything about. Pain that goes on and on no matter how many analgesics or opiates you take.