The best of all possible worlds.

Why I chose to slam my thumb in a large oak door.

“YES!” I thought, as the searing pain shot up through my arm and sucked the breath from my lungs. My thumb roared in torment as the full weight of the door thundered across it. I couldn’t speak, but if I could have, I would have only uttered words of deep joy and gratitude. I felt no regret, this was exactly what I wanted to happen. A few minutes l…