Severe Back Pain and Spasm by James Staples
I was disabled through 3 failed back surgeries. Before I moved to my new home I was taking 120 Vic. ES per month. After I moved, I had no insurance, had lost nearly everything, had no income, and was all but completely immobile. After going to five doctors trying to find a way to get fixed, I was turned away with a common “3 strikes you’re out” line. I asked for pain meds and was turned down at every turn.
I was eating Tylenol Es like candy with only stomach upset as a result.
I had been clear of MJ use for religious reasons for over 11 years, and really didn't miss it.
One day I was in pain was so severe I had actually seriously thought of suicide. I watched a news story about medicinal marijuana for pain control. It was really good, but to me it was only an interesting news item. The next day I went outside, after no sleep and grueling pain. I had to hobble in some direction to at least feel I was alive. After I walked out of my back door, I began praying, as I usually do, "G-d, please help me!!!". I walked about 40 feet and it was to much, and I began to walk back. I looked down, and could not believe what I saw--four, 4 12-16"
Nine-fingered MJ plants Out of respect, I had the plants transplanted, but even after informing my family, I still wasn’t interested in partaking.
The next day, after another sleepless night and pain which had forced tears from my eyes all night, I was outside again, looking at the spot where the plants were and wondering how odd an event that was, when a nearly complete stranger drove up. I hardly recognized him, and he had to remind me who he was and where we met. Then he handed me a small cylinder, said,
"The Holy Spirit told me you need this, G-d Bless", and drove off. "That was weird,” I thought as I opened the cylinder, and then I was really floored-- out fell a joint!
I went to my wife, who is a very orthodox Mormon lady, and I was she would say "destroy it!".... I was floored again-- she said, "Sounds to me like your prayers are going to be answered... just be careful".
Careful I was. Temptation, I thought. I stashed it away and continued in my pain. , My wife began asking why I don't at least try it for a bit of a rest. Finally, I broke. I had prayed and meditated, and every time, I knew t the G-ds had sent this, there was no doubt.
So, when the family had gone shopping, I fired up the joint. Two hits later, my pain had gone from a 10+ to an easy to deal with 2-3. When my family returned, they could immediately tell something was very different, and so I told them what had happened. I expected skepticism from my wife, but only got an "I told you so, didn't I-- what on earth took you so long to figure it out?"
Well, as they say, the rest is history. Now, regardless of what anyone, church or state, says, ‘G-d knows best and is a lot better pharmacist than anyone we will come across'. Mormons have a belief in what they call "the word of Wisdom", I now tell them MJ is from G-d and fits perfectly into His plan for our health and happiness.
I could go on and on. But hopefully, this should suffice for now.