Pain Goes In, Love Comes Out

“Turn your wounds into wisdom.” ― Oprah Winfrey, media executive, actress, talk show host, television producer and philanthropist.

My dear friend Alyssa at Fightmsdaily is an amazing example of a person who turns pain into positive vibes. Even as she battles the pains and challenges of multiple sclerosis, she injects you with her warm personality and bright outlook; making her a perfect example of hope and kindness. Her Motivational Mondays & Pick Me Up Thursday are the perfect way to start/survive the week. Need a dose of inspiration? Visit one of the Inspiring Women of WordPress at Fightmsdaily.


As you can see I am taking this celebration of women seriously, so here it is, confession time.

Pain Goes In, Love Comes Out

On January 21, 2013, I slipped and fell down a flight of stairs.

Intense pain has accompanied me every second of my life for almost 7 years. Surgery corrected some of my injuries, but did not reduce the pain. I’m not interested in the prescriptions to opiates and morphine injections doctors have offered.

Pain has become as natural as breathing.

Like you, the people I meet have no idea I am suffering. I have no limp, cane, or visible marking to advise them.

I still run, play beach volleyball, dance, workout at the gym, and on occasion chase women (just don’t catch them anymore). LOL

Blogging has served as my therapy.  Don’t know how many times my cheeks were moist with tears as you and I laugh at one of my silly comments. Or as I read your inspiring posts. You are my pain relief.

Perception is the key to life. I cherish the memories of the painless years. I am grateful I didn’t end up in a wheelchair. Even with this eternal aching, I consider myself a lucky man.

My friends ask me, how do I deal with the pain?  How do I remain calm, happy, smiling, and caring through this pain? Why do I bother trying to inspire others?

Pain goes in, love comes out.

If you don’t mind, I will keep comments closed on this post. I don’t want anyone feeling sorry for me and I definitely don’t want to spend the next two weeks replying to comments reminding me of this torment. Thank you for your warm and caring wishes. xo

The Stripper (100 Words)

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The Stripper  (100 Words)

The seductive stripper swayed onto the stage.

Her motions were as smooth as her glistening abdomen. Oscillating hips accentuated her beguiling figure.

Every graceful movement concealed her pain. Her sensual gyrations confirmed her loneliness.

Dancing to forget, she was poetry in motion.

She offered her nakedness to their lustful eyes.

Her sad eyes mirrored her dark and barren life.

Loud music reverberated in her heart like thunderbolts echoing in a cave. The songs failed to silence the cries inside her head.

The stripper communicated her passions through dance.

Unveiling her body to so many.

She revealed her soul to none.