I have a lot of great weed moments, but I think my favorite by FAR is when I realized that damn... my back and shoulder problems were alleviated much more effectively while high then by the various painkillers and muscle relaxers my doctors were pushing my way. I wasn't even smoking for relief... I just wanted to have a good time... but I noticed that HOLY FUCK... THE PAIN IS FUCKING GONE... and all the muscles in my shoulder had uncoiled... and I was still able to function (ie: get out of bed, do things, go places)... something that wasn't happening when I was a slobbering mess on a cocktail of hydrocodone and Soma. When I realized that weed had a real PURPOSE... it was a beautiful, many splendored thing. I was so happy ... that I cried. Not ashamed to admit it.