The reason “the truth makes you free” is that you do not have to exhaust yourself finding new hiding places for your stupidity.
During a particularly stubborn point in my life, I developed an infection in my left big toe.
I didn’t think much about it. At first it just looked like athlete’s foot. (Matter of fact, that’s what I called it. I was rather proud to be athletic enough to have a corresponding foot.)
But it got worse. It festered and then spread to my nearby toe, so I had two little fellas who were now unable to go to market.
My denial increased.
I did not want to go to the doctor with it because I felt ridiculous asking a man of medicine to deal with “my little piggies.”
It began to seep pus, having to be bandaged every day by a friend of mine, who was so gracious that she pretended it wasn’t a big deal.
After a while, it stunk.
She and I pretended like it didn’t, so as to keep propriety moving along properly. Then it started turning black.
That’s not good.
So I tried more home remedies, and convinced myself on a daily basis that it appeared to be healing. I even bought some silver over the Internet because it was referred to as an “old-fashioned antibiotic” that I could pour on the wound and believe I had discovered some great medical elixir of the gods.
My toe got so sick that it finally made all of me sick. I went to the hospital, but was too late to save the two toes, so they were amputated.
I hope I haven’t grossed you out with my story, and if you’re still reading it, you must have a great constitution.
But here’s the truth about bandages:
They were created to cover a wound while it’s healing … not disguise a wound that needs treatment.
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