Your pain giant may have been stalking you for months, years, or decades. Or he may have appeared in the flash of an exploding IED or in the crash of a car accident. Or he may have entered your life during the sudden onset of an illness.
Suddenly, he’s there. Maybe you don’t realize right away how big he is. Then you look up and he’s blocking out the sun.
You look at your armament and all you have is a sling and a handful of pebbles. And your legs turn into water.
Nine-one-one? This is Gerhard. I’m going to need help here. This one’s too big for me. I passed my SATs and that job interview, and I went to traffic court about that speeding ticket. I even got fired. But this one scares me out of my wits.
The giant attacks. He grabs hold of you and he just does-not-let-go. He could lift you up and drop you on his knee in a classic back breaker. Or you may be feeling great one moment, and the next run into the giant’s clothesline.
But more often than not, Goliath is not playing — he brandishes his huge spear and you realize that he’s out for blood. You begin to understand that he may very well take your life.
You need a plan. You need a strategy. You need to fight back. In fact, you need to kill this oversized son-of-a-so-and-so.