Thursday, September 30, 2010


Survival means enduring incredible pain. meat hooks tear your flesh. battery acid blinds you. Electrical arcs burn your every nerve. All the mistakes of your life pin you to the cold cement floor and tear you limb from limb.

But none of these torments are as excruciating as the one single revelation that sings in your ear when you have reached the apex of your suffering. It is the revelation that detonates within the survivor, the dirty bomb of self-discovery.

When I awoke to my own excruciating torture, feeling the silver hooks in my body, my first thought was, "Who did this to me, and why?" My own blood soaked my body, my nerves screamed with every cell, and yet louder and clearer than any other signal was this one simple question: WHO?