
Pain reveals who we really are
Written by Daniel JohnsonIt was Friday, at 10:27 a.m. I was screaming in pain—stomach twisting, body writhing. It wouldn’t get out. It. Wouldn’t. Get. Out. There was only burning, twisting, grating. “It’s alright,” my wife said. “It’ll be alright.” The words ricocheted off my eardrum and back out. I