
Yesterday I handled a lot of broken glass. In my garage, I had a number of large pieces of glass and a large mirror. All were cracked, or chipped, or just not worth keeping. So, I broke them up into a number of small pieces. In addition to many other bags of garbage, I had four bags (triple layer) of broken glass to get rid of. I used my winter gloves to handle the glass and as such I did not get even one single cut. That task made me think about the pain of getting cut. I have experienced that a number of times in the past. When we get cut, it hurts. We bleed and our wounded appendage needs attention. None of us like the pain we feel, but it is actually a very good thing. It is our bodies' way of telling us we are injured. Without pain, we would cause greater harm to our bodies because we would not realize the extent of the injury and we might not give attention to our wound. That could lead to an infection and even death. So, the next time you cut yourself and you feel like yelling or swearing, don't get mad, be thankful. That pain may very well save your life.