Pain, especially pain that doesn't quit, changes a person. And rarely
for the better.
The consequences of persistent pain extend well beyond the agonizing sensations
of pain itself. Unremitting pain robs a person of the ability to enjoy
life, maintain important relationships, fulfill spousal and parental responsibilities,
perform well at a job or work at all.
Pain may be invisible but, to those stuck inside an injured body, their
misery is very real:
- Persistent pain cuts an average lifespan by 10 percent
- Pain-related health care costs range between $260 to $300 billion annually
- Lost wages from pain range between $297 to $336 billion annually
- More than three quarters (77%) suffer from depleted energy and depression
- Nearly 9 out of ten (86%) report an inability to sleep
When we talk about these trapped individuals and the pain that irresponsible
conduct brings, only to the corporate lawyer retained by the multi-billion-dollar
insurance company can it be argued as something cheap. To them, the human
body has become a battleground. They belittle other's constant daily
pain as a minor thing. The truth is, when they say that learning to live
with unyielding pain is no big deal, they marginalize us all.
The injured do not enter the courtroom holding out a beggar’s cup.
There is no pride in being here. The incessant pain is not a plea for
other’s charity or sympathy. Sympathy does nothing to wipe away
the pain. If the injured victims had a choice in the matter, this would
never have happened in the first place. They never wanted to be a statistic.
The fact is, no one asks the disabled for permission before an injury happens.
Their expectation is to continue living a full and healthy life free of
perpetual pain, but the debilitation is thrust upon them by another’s
carelessness, abruptly and without warning. They have no say in the matter.
It is because of someone else, something man-made that was entirely preventable
with only forethought, that he or she has been left like this.
We ask only what the law demands from those responsible for the injury.
We demand just compensation for the pain cast upon them by someone else’s
irresponsibility and carelessness.
Under the law, compensation represents the final appraisal, the full fair
market value, for everything we have been left to live with. Not merely
compensation for a small portion of the constant pain we experience, but
all of it. The compensation is not a reward for being injured. No one
in his right mind would trade a fulfilling life for the misery of chronic
pain. If it were possible to could give the money back in order to have
their health, anyone would do it in a heartbeat. But it is never possible
- those whose carelessness has robbed someone’s health and mobility
will never be able to wipe away the pain and make them whole again.
The Constitution guarantees that we all have the unalienable right to life,
liberty, and pursuit of happiness. Is there anything more beautiful and
more valuable to take from a person? These rights are not something you
take and then say they are not worth much. That is why the courthouse
stands, as the place to make it right. Anything less than full justice
Those who suggest there is no debt to be paid would do well to consider
what forever pain would mean in their own lives and to their own families.
Pain does something to a person. It
changes a person.
Show me a man in perpetual pain and I will show you a family that has mourned
with him. Like small ripples that form waves the pain will be felt. A
wife that is afraid for her husband’s future, brought to tears that
he will not be able to work and provide for the family, scared that she
will never see her partner truly happy again. Children that
cannot understand why their father is irritable and has to suffer. A four-year-old
daughter who begins to feel deserted. A seven-year-old son who cannot
play catch with his dad. They sense, for the first time, that their father
is not immortal. His pain is also their pain.
The harsh reality is that’s just the tip of the iceberg. For the
person living in constant pain it is a tormenting and perpetual hell.
By definition, pain is absence of pleasure. Humans do not enjoy life in
pain. For the man who once stood healthy with his head held high, who
punched the clock to provide for his family, returned to play with his
kids at night, spent time helping his wife with the grocery shopping,
the pain is more than an agonizing sensation in his body. When he wakes
up in the middle of the night to the reality of cold tears rolling down
his face, he is not crying for sympathy. He is crying because the pain
is still there. He is mourning because he will never dance again.
The hardest part, the most depressing part, is knowing one will never be
the same again. The pain has taken something from them. It has isolated
them with its daily limitations. Good memories of the past - the things
that gave life joy and meaning - are of little use because they only serve
as a reminder of what we are left to live with. The painkillers will cause
their own private hell of dependency and isolation while, in the meantime,
numbing a person to the fullness of life.
To lock eyes with someone who lives in unending pain, and to try to fully
understand it, is something that most of us do not think about regularly.
The pain literally shortchanges their time on earth by slowly wreaking
havoc on the body and the mind. Pain subsumes everything - sitting, walking,
thinking, concentrating, being sociable. It is daunting, exhausting and
Pain includes feeling like a failure. Persistent pain does just that –
persists. It never lets up. No matter the resolve of the person, the pain
always wins. It destroys some of the most fundamental and cherished aspects
of the person: independence, spontaneity, strength, balance, self-sufficiency,
the ability to provide and protect, pride, self-image, dignity. If there
were something that cured, or even helped people cope, with unrelenting
pain then we’d know about it. It’s definitely not for lack
If these things are uncomfortable to talk about, how uncomfortable is living
with them every day, forever? To know there is never an escape. There
are no days off. No one can help. We can never hire a substitute to take
their place. And even if someone could suffer the pain, what would be
the hourly rate? How long would people be willing to work for? What would
a person charge to have it be a permanent experience, to know there is
no light at the end of the tunnel? And even then, to measure by the hour
or by the day would still be a cheap evaluation of what has been lost.
For the whole man has been altered forever by the pain. The pain is part
of who he is now.
What type of civil society would America be if men and women were robbed
of their good health and mobility, thrust instead into a permanent life
of pain, and then told they are not deserving of a full appraisal?
There is an old parable about “The Road to Jericho.” A man
is traveling down the road when he is attacked by robbers, who strip him
and beat him, and depart, leaving him half-dead. Later his neighbor is
going down that road, and when he sees him, he passes by on the other
side. Even a priest when he comes to the place and sees him, passes over
him and does not stop. Then, along comes a perfect stranger who decides
to stop, picks up the injured man, puts him on his horse, takes him to
the inn nearby, and tells the innkeeper, “Here is the money to care
Now, the difference between them, is that the men who did not stop had
been asking themselves “If I stop, what will happen to me?”
Whereas, the Good Samaritan asked, “If I don’t stop, what
will happen to him?”
“We, the People,” stands for a jury of peers that serves as
the conscience of our community. Wrongdoers are not entitled to a discount
for what they cause. Pain is only the beginning of what has been taken,
and what a man has been left to live with. The only question is: is it
worth something to us in Spokane, or is it going to be something we value as cheap?