reply to post by blocula
She should've donated her eyes. Just sayin'.
By the way, corporeal life is the human being's sole opportunity to develop its inimitable eternal self, and maybe even gain strength and character,
with pain and misery the only real chance to kick the level of relative gain per specific corporeal development event span up a bit. Like trying a
tougher exercise at the gym for a change. We all deal with resistance during our corporeal development phase, and thank God that we do. Hell, even the
most pampered people will struggle to find something to be upset about. We all need it in the same way that our corporeal bodies require resistance to
properly develop.
Like the string that keeps the kite itself from sailing off, giving it the capacity to actually fly via working wind resistance, each negative
circumstance can be leveraged by each person to build immeasurable power for that person to carry into the afterlife. It doesn't have to end up being
beneficial, but if a person knows the potential opportunity being presented, it can be extremely fortuitous.
Sorry about her and how she chose to deal with the extreme opportunities she was handed. I'm presently recovering from what could've been a
devastating bacteria infection within my spine (
emedicine.medscape.com...),and believe me, after the last few weeks, I
could be pretty upset with what came literally out of nowhere. I was literally hours from being a quadriplegic, even if I'd gotten into the ER in
time, and (more likely) dead if the paralysis had reached a profound state before I was able to drive myself to that ER. But I'm so goddamn lucky to
be whole and on the mend that I can't possibly be upset about the pain and the loss of strength I'm dealing with right now. I wasn't even bitter
when - as they were wheeling me in for emergency surgery - they were making me use someones cell phone to make three necessary personal calls because
the surgeon couldn't guarantee I wouldn't stroke out on the table and either veg or die straight out. 60-40 chance...not in my favor at that
instant. Then, it was pretty certain that my legs wouldn't ever work again, and even then, it seemed like a chance to really gain some power and
ultimate strength through positively acknowledging the scary stuff ahead.
I'm not a tough guy. No way in hell am I braver or more deluded than the average person. What I do have is the realization of what hellish
circumstances provide the human being as it moves through its corporeal development phase. It sure as hell served me well in that moment, and has
continued to serve me since. Believe me, when your spinal chord has been as violated as mine has been, the layers, textures, and parameters of pain
are pretty impressive. Ibuprofen is as good as Oxycodone when it's this much of a circus, and I even proved it by switching to Ibuprofen last week to
save co-pay money, and experienced no real noticeable difference in relief.
This phase is temporary. We all die in the end, and have what we made of ourselves in the end. I guess it's like boot camp in that regard.