One day, he met a woman. It took a while, but eventually he began to trust her. He told her about his headache. He was very surprised when she told him she understood exactly how he felt. She said she had the same miserable headache he had. He didn't really think she could know how bad his pain was, but it was good to have someone to commiserate with.
Over time they became very attached to each other. They consoled each other as best they could, but their headaches continued to grow worse, which made them crabby and hateful.
One day the woman complained that her headache was the worst thing that could happen to anyone. This made the grown-up boy very angry. He knew that his headache was the worst. How could she not see it?
By this time, the wise man was very, very old and wise. His time in the world would soon be over, but before he left, he came to the woman. He told her about standing in the sun. He took her outside and coaxed her to try to see inside her soul.
She was afraid. She wasn’t even sure she believed she had a soul.
It took a while, but finally he convinced her to give it a try.
She stood in the sun and felt the warmth begin to penetrate her. Cautiously, she looked inside.
At first, all she could see was her fear, but desperation pushed her to look further, deep inside herself.
She found light streaming out of her, but she also saw a dark place where no light could break through. She wanted to turn away from the ugly darkness. She knew that it was not her fault that she carried this inside. It came from someone else's pain.
She screamed at the old man. “Why is it my job to make the pain go away? It wasn't my fault! Shouldn't someone else have to make it go away?”
The wise old man nodded his head. He said, "Yes, you’re right, it’s not your fault. It isn't fair, at all. Even so, you are the only one with the power to make the hole go away."