On Stumped Toes and Social Concerns

There is hardly an experience more uncomfortable than that of the stumped toe.  Unless it is that of the speck in the eye.  Then again there is the infamous “brain freeze” (Did the condition of “brain freeze” exist before the invention of Ice Cream?). Take your pick, none of these experiences are desirable, to say the least.  Although each of the aforementioned experiences differ as to specifics; these and other such bodily discomforts share in common:

1. Everyone is uncomfortable when experiencing such annoying and painful bodily discomforts.

2.  No one has peace of mind until the suffering of such uncomfortable experiences ends.

3.  The complete focus of each and every person in such uncomfortable circumstances is to relieve the suffering and re-establish bodily comfort.

4.  No individual part of anyone’s collective anatomy is exempt from the discomfort or from the efforts to end the suffering of the afflicted body member.

5.  Thus each and every part of anyone’s anatomy so afflicted becomes actively involved in cooperative efforts to end the suffering of the afflicted body member.


6.  No individual body part wastes time and effort debating the worth of the suffering body part.

7.  No individual body part wastes time and effort expressing resentment over the suffering body part receiving undue attention during the process of relieving the suffering.

8.  No individual body part wastes time and effort questioning whether the suffering body part ever did anything for them.

9.  In fact, all body parts under such circumstances exercise swift and coordinated efforts to relieve the anguish of the suffering member.

Frankly, when I experience any such bodily discomforts, no other parts of my anatomy are in any way comfortable until such time as the suffering of the afflicted body member has ended.  For example, when I stump my toe, my hands immediately squeeze the injured party, for no other apparent reason than to squeeze the pain away!  Likewise, when I have a speck in my eye, my hands immediately rub the eye which is so afflicted, in the obvious effort to remove the foreign particle so as to re-establish clear vision and bodily comfort.   Perhaps most amazing of all, when I experience “brain freeze”, I simply will not take another bite of Ice Cream, until such time as I have squeezed my forehead sufficiently to end the agony.

When it comes to our own personal body, our various members are never any more cooperative and caring than at the point of suffering.  For our anatomic philosophy is to naturally respond to suffering.

Oh that the natural principle so illustrated by our own anatomic instincts would guide us as to social concerns. Oh that the suffering of the poor were so swiftly and cooperatively addressed by each and every member of a given culture.

Oh that the toothache of the child on the other side of town were as important to us as is our own personal “brain freeze” when we eat Ice Cream.

Oh that the well being of the homeless were as important to us as is our toe when we stump it on the door of our place of dwelling.

Oh that the education of the poor were as important to us as is our own vision when we suffer the effects of a speck of dust in the eye.

Oh that we, as a society, would realize the natural principle so exemplified by our own anatomical experiences:

That the party which suffers should be the object of our primary concerns and the beneficiary of all our concerted and coordinated efforts. Unless of course, we simply regard such natural principles as applicable to stumped toes and “brain freeze”….

2 thoughts on “On Stumped Toes and Social Concerns

  1. This post exemplifies the brilliance (as in a shining beacon of love as well as the focused laser like intelligence) of a compassionate heart. Excellent, Dave. Truly excellent! Have you ever thought about submitting to Huffington Post? NYTimes? Sojourners? Really,I think your small essays deserve a wide audience.

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