The best analogy I can come up with for what it’s like to have a plantar wart is to take a popcorn kernel, tape it to the bottom of your feet, and just walk around. Now in my case, go ahead and add 2 dozen more, and then leave them on for almost 2 years. Sounds like fun, right?

Yeah… not so much. Starting in 2012, I was in constant pain for almost 2 years. Walking was excruciating, and even when I was off my feet, there was constant throbbing pain. And anyone who has suffered from chronic pain can tell you, it wears your psyche down to the nub. I was an emotional mess. And being completely immobilized and putting on nearly 100lbs didn’t help much either.

After we had had 3 different Doctors give up, that’s exactly what I did. I accepted that this was my fate, and spiraled into depression. Luckily my tenacious bulldog of a wife never gave up. She KNEW there was a cure. And every night she split her time between desperate prayers and constant research. She tried everything. But each new treatment was just one more thing that didn’t work. I let her experiment on me to indulge her without any faith it would actually help

I finally drew the line when she came to me saying she had read online that peeing on cotton balls and them taping them to the warts might work. Ummm… no.

Fast forward to the summer of 2014. My beloved grandmother, Elaine Covert, passed away and I was asked to be a pall bearer. Of course I said yes, even knowing I couldn’t stand without stabbing pain. My wife urged me to decline (knowing the state I was in), but I was willing to endure the pain to honor my grandmother. At roughly the same time Jennifer showed me this new concoction she had come up with¬† – a smelly, oily green paste. Whatever, it was just one more thing that wouldn’t work. She put it all over my warts for each night for several nights before the funeral.

As the day of the funeral arrived, we both dreaded what was about to happen. I was on my feet for hours. But at the end of the day I realized I wasn’t in any pain. I mean, my feet were sore from being on them all day, but I should have been in screaming pain and I wasn’t. At this point I simply took it as a momentary mercy from God so I could honor my grandma. And Jennifer saw my flowing tears all day long, assumed I was miserable, and was too afraid to ask how bad it was. She simply soaked my feet in the bath, put on some more of that oily green paste, and gently wrapped my feet before we went to bed.

And the next day? No pain. Nor the next, nor the next. The warts were still there, but I had zero pain. A glimmer of hope that I was finally out of the woods entered my mind. But, at this point I still hadn’t said anything to Jenn. I was too afraid to jinx it.¬† Finally after several days, I broke my silence and told my wife. She was stunned, and then ecstatic. We both were. We also agreed to keep using the paste every night because the warts were still there.

About 2 weeks later all of the warts started turning black like little scabs. And within a week or two of that, they all just started falling off. I was finally free! (Jennifer kept using the paste for about a week after that because she was so terrified the warts would return if she stopped.) That month I even went on a 2 mile hike with my family for the first time in 2 years. I had my life back!

But here’s the irony, having those warts is honestly the best thing that ever happened to me, and I’m grateful for the experience. I know it sounds crazy, but I’m sincere in that assertion.

Because that experience taught me that I have the greatest wife in the world. Someone who will stick with me through anything, and no matter what life throws at us, she will never give up. And without those damned warts, she would have never created Wart Paste. And with Wart Paste we can bring the same hope to people around the world who have suffered for even longer than I did. Reading people’s testimonials for a product you made is the just awesome. True Love Skincare is the best thing that has ever happened to me, and it’s going to last much more than 2 years.