One day several years ago, my husband and I decided our home needed a little “pop”. \u00a0From that moment, we have been working on painting different areas of the house. \u00a0Each time we finish a room, we sit back and enjoy the rewards of all of our hard work. \u00a0As time passes, we walk into a room without a thought to the colors around us.<\/p>\n
Then, day before yesterday, I walked through our beautifully painted living room to our pantry. \u00a0I reached in to get something, bumped the brand new bottle of Ragu, and got nailed on the top of the foot. \u00a0I stood there a moment wondering whether or not I needed to call for help or just suffer for another couple of hours till my husband got home from work. \u00a0After a while, the pain stopped, I limped around for a while, and now, I’m back to normal.<\/p>\n
I know it seems like a stretch to compare these two concepts. \u00a0They are such a contrast to one another. \u00a0However weak the link, I have been pondering on this idea of how people just do not understand a feeling they have never had. \u00a0Before my husband and I painted our home, I had never painted, thus not understanding that particular feeling of accomplishment. \u00a0Before that Ragu bottle fell on my foot, I never understood how people feel like they want to throw up when they hurt themselves severely. \u00a0You just do not know till you feel it.<\/p>\n
Then the unexpected happens. \u00a0Like a sharpened pencil, you write those memories down in your mind, the feelings become dull just like that pencil. \u00a0They are still there, but they have lost the intensity because of time.<\/p>\n
I do have a point to all of this. \u00a0We go through this pain and triumph for a reason. \u00a0Maybe for many reasons. \u00a0I do believe, however, that part of the reason is to be able to not only help someone out, but to also really and truly comprehend the gravity of the situation. \u00a0And though it may not be fresh pain or paint, we can still relate.<\/p>\n
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