Big Pain

Big Pain

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Circulating round and round on the Net is the story of the beaker and golf balls.

A teacher has a beaker in front of him.

He fills it with golf balls and asks his students if the beaker is full?

No the beaker is not full, you can add plenty of sand in it?

Is the beaker full?

No, you can add plenty of clay in it?

Is the beaker full?

No you can add plenty of water in it.

Conclusion of the story, if you do not want to live and empty life you have to make the difference between small things and big things. Otherwise you cannot fill your life;

It is a beautiful metaphor and popular seen from the way it comes back and back on the net.

But it is misleading.

Events in your life do not come to you as big, less big, smaller, liquid.

Events just arrive.

If you put your nose next to a golf ball, it is huge, bigger than a mountain, you cannot see anything else.

If you put a golf ball on the green while you are at the tee off point, the golf ball cannot be seen.

Events do not have a size or an importance. It all depends on when it is happening and where they stand in relation to you.

When you are sixteen and you are to go out with that beautiful red haired girl living next door and a few hours before you start developing a huge reddish bold with a nice white spot on your nose, nothing in your life is more devastating that this bold.

Which one of us has not been confronted with that sequence and paradoxe:

I hurt my little toe on the side of the table and it hurts like hell;

I have a rash on my ass and I cannot sit or sleep or stand and it is humiliating and I want to die.

I twisted my foot while skying and now my skying holiday is wasted and my boy-friend is going instead with that awful carrot girl from the suburbs. I wish I was dead!

I broke both my leg in a car accident, I shall never be as before, I wish I was dead.

I drank a bit too much and on the way home my car killed a little red haired girl and now I want to kill myself.

Nothing to be upset about, Doctor told me it is pancreas cancer, regretfully we have as yet no cure for it, I have three months to live and six to die.

My son has been found to have immediate Alzheimer, he is married, he is forty years old, has 3 children, and I must go on living to take care of them.

These events do no rank the same, yet they are at the same level.

Whether your hand is burning because of a 100 C° fire or a 200 C° fire or a 500 C° fire, it is all the same.

Pain is the great equalizer, there is no big pain and medium pain and large pain.

You loose your daughter's life in a car accident, is that less of an horror than losing your daughter's and your son's life in an accident?

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