The Gift Of Pain

Morning weigh-in: 175#, 11.5% BF

Ever since I've been laid up, I've been more aware of people with disabilities: guy at the store in a wheelchair, someone with a limp or a bad arm or whatever. I've also gotten a bit of insight into that kind of existence, where -- screw dignity -- just getting through the day (bathing, getting places) is a big friggin chore. Pity is at least somewhat condescending, and sets up the other person as an "Other," but empathy is like the good parts of pity without the exile: I know where you're coming from, bro, cause I've been there too. I hope I get to keep this when I'm done.