No More Pain, Just Power

By Ken Taylor

In his new book No More Pain Just Power, he targets society's current perception of pain and takes readers on a journey to redefine and reimagine how they characterize the purpose of pain. This book aims to serve as a strategic partner to any person struggling to deal and heal from painful experiences in their life. Its goal is to

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kingmaker Strategies
• Release date: Jul 15, 2020
• ISBN: 9781087897998

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No More Pain, Just Power

Ken Taylor

Copyright © 2020 by KINGMAKER PUBLISHING. Memphis, TN

All rights reserved. No portion of this. Book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means electronic, mechanical, photocopied, recording, or scanning, or other except for brief quotations in critical reviews or articles, without the prior written permission of the publisher.

Published in Memphis, TN by KINGMAKER Publishing.

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ISBN-978-1-087899-8-1

No More Pain, Just Power

DEDICATION

To Lucille Lusk, whose love and warm embrace had the power to put limits on the most unbearable pain. Language has yet to find words that can describe the love I have for you and the depths of the void that your loss left for me. I am so blessed to have 35 years of wisdom, love, and memories to fill that void. Cancer couldn’t kill you; amputation couldn’t slow you down; death couldn't dim the light you shined on my life and purpose. I love you and can’t wait to see you again.

This book is dedicated to every person who has ever felt a pain they thought was too much to bear; to the person who thought their pain could overshadow their purpose and poison their potential. You have the ability to control what you thought controlled you. You have the power to manage what often seems to be unmanageable. You have the potential to live a life that produces no more pain, just power.

TABLE OF CONTENTS

1: What is Pain? .................................13

2: No More Pain, Just Power .................25

3: Voluntary Pain to Prevent Involuntary Pain .................................................31

4: Pain That Heals and Resets ...............39

5: What’s Love Got to Do with It? ..........45

6: Is Your Pain Managing You? ..............53

7: Pain Producing Power ......................63

No More Pain, Just Power

1.

What is Pain?

I was sitting in a classroom surrounded by 20 classmates. Recess had just ended, and we were entering the final stretch of the day. Out of nowhere, I heard the crackling of an intercom and the most joyous announcement that every second-grader dreams of hearing in the 180 days that they are confined to the walls of the classroom: Ken Taylor to the office to check out please.

Before ever receiving the acknowledgement of my teacher, I ran to my cubby, grabbed my red Ninja Turtle backpack, snatched my Green Bay Packers coat from the hooks, said a quick goodbye to my friends, and set out on a full sprint to the main office. Through the office windows, I saw my father and my baby sister. He was signing the final paperwork for my early release. We exited the front doors, walked down the long, red awning to the car, and drove home.

During that silent ride, my father, who can be one of the most level-headed, non-emotional men you will ever meet, seemed slightly bothered and in deep thought. Though I could tell something was going on, I had no idea what awaited me at home.

When we arrived at the house, I was surprised to see my cousin Tiffany. I wasn’t used to seeing her anymore; she had been sent to an alternative school for her behavior. Though her presence sparked slight concern, I yelled in excitement to see her. I ran to her and hugged her, but her warm body felt cold, and her normal response of a welcome embrace felt callous and void of emotion. As she slowly pulled me off of her and went into the room she would by staying in, my dad emerged and called me and my sister into the front room. Now I was certain something was going on, but I still couldn’t comprehend what it could be.

He sat on the couch, my sister settled down on the loveseat, and I chose to sit on the floor. My father’s eyes were windows to his internal war between showing vulnerability and strength. After a deep sigh, he began to tell us in a strong, matter-of-fact tone that my aunt Patricia had died. My younger sister, too young to truly understand the weight of the moment, asked the obvious four-year-old’s question: So TeeTee Trisha went to heaven? My dad, not one for emotional, mushy moments, replied with an empathetic, Yes, baby girl. TeeTee Trisha is in heaven.

He ended the conversation by instructing us that if we had any questions to go to him and not our mother. When I asked if Mom was okay, he said that Mom was hurting but that she would be fine. When