Life Without Pain



After surgery on elbow after
sliding headfirst down the
railing (shown beside Jim) 
This morning I woke up at about three o’clock. As I laid there, I realized that there was no pain. My feet didn’t hurt nor my knees. My hip and back were silent as well as my arms, neck, and head. I was lying there in complete peace with no pain anywhere in my body.
I have lived with pain as a constant companion for over seventy years since I was around seven years old. At seven I slid down a banister at my Grandpa Horn’s home and broke my elbow. I had to have surgery and wear a number of different casts for almost two years. Since then I have had many different events that caused more damage to my body.
I learned to ignore much of the pain as I got older. It was similar to wearing a pair of glasses. If you stopped and looked you could see the frames, and you knew that they were there, but you learned to ignore them and just look through the lenses, which provided you with relatively good vision. I love my glasses and the ability to see.
At any rate, I just laid there for a half-hour and enjoyed the feeling of no feeling. What a marvelous thing. I wondered if most people wake up like this without pain in their bodies. I got up, went to the bathroom, and then came back and laid down again and tried to relax and to reunite with that feeling again. It did come after a few minutes, and I was able to lay there and soak up the feeling of relief from pain.
I am looking forward to seeing what will happen tomorrow morning. Will the phenomena happen again or was it just a one-time thing? I’m hoping for that feeling again. It was a feeling of total peace.

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