Sitting in the dentist’s chair today, even anticipating the pain that was sure to come, I found myself relaxed, smiling even (and no, there were no happy drugs).
What occurred to me is that when it comes to the painful things in life, wouldn’t we all rather be sitting in the dentist’s chair?
Come on, wouldn’t we?
Wouldn’t it be nice to get all our bad news while lying back comfortably in a soft chair?
To know what’s going to happen before it does so we can steel ourselves . . . having a calm and reassuring voice keep us apprised and tell us we’re doing great even when we know we’re not . . . receiving the tender ministrations usually reserved for a child . . . now that’s how to go through a painful experience.
Too bad life doesn’t come with a dentist’s chair!