I have struggled with low back pain all of my life. We burned wood for heat all of my childhood years. As long as I can remember I was helping in the woods loading blocks then unloading the truck when we got home. Then I started splitting the wood with a 6lb maul when I was 8 years old. About that same time I started hauling the wood to the house with a wheel barrow. We only had room for about 6 wheel barrow loads in the porch so I would haul every weekend. It was about 150 yards from where my dad put the wood piles to the house. During this time dad spent a lot of time in the bar. Most of the time I had to shovel a path to the house to wheel the wood. There were so many things that could have been done to make this situation better and they fell on deaf ears. Finally I got really sick of the continuous backaches and refused to haul wood unless some thing changed. I can't tell you the level of frustration and anger that it takes for a 10 year old kid to stand his ground with his father repeatedly over several months. Finally we ended up piling the wood behind the house. No more wheel barrow, Yay!! The point of this story is I feel and think there was some OC influence in the whole family dynamic, me included. As recently as 2 years ago the thought of working with firewood would cause a backache. When I forgave my father then this eased somewhat. What a perfect distortion for an entity to feed from? I still heat with wood by the way!!