You hate me, and you have your reasons.
With your teeth clenched you curse me and the God who allows me.
Yes, I am a bastard, but I am indiscriminate. I call on some more than others, but I call on everyone, the rich and the poor, the strong and the powerless, the young and the old.
Some actually invite me, use me as a sport. They are missing the point.
Others, the very evil, purposely inflict me on their enemies. Their time will come, and when it does their cries for mercy will go unheeded.
Most try to drown me, or at least dull me. But before you do, think for a moment.
What am I trying to teach you?
I teach you to know when you are in danger, for a life without me is leprosy.
I teach you to be still. To protect the parts of you that are weak.
I teach you to play through me. I challenge your will and make you stronger.
I teach you to dance. I am a lousy dancer, I’m clumsy and I step on your toes, but by compensating for my lack of grace you become more graceful.
And maybe my greatest gift…I teach you to be grateful for every minute you spend without me.