Today I think of Emily Dickinson's line, "After great pain a formal feeling comes." It was "only" a toothache, but for last two days it brought me great pain. And though I have not exactly experienced the formal feeling that Dickinson felt in its wake, I have felt relief at the return of normal sensations.
What little thinking I could do when in its throes, I pondered what it would be like to live always in such misery. Some people do. Can we not all forgive them for ending it?
Great pain brushes small concerns aside. It is both a great equalizer and a great perspective-bringer. None of us asks for it. But it's a part of life, and from time to time, we are forced to remember that.