Sometimes I have days where life seems to come at me with the same impact this woodpecker is absorbing. Sometimes I send tall against it, and other times I feel like hiding somewhere curled up in a fetal position, and staying there until the pounding stops.
With Love,
Russ
The woodpecker is capable of repeatedly pecking the wood of a tree, suffering deceleration in the order of 10,000 m/s. Read more at @ The Hammock Papers. (Thank you Rob.)
Russ Towne's A Grateful Man 
The analogy is perfect for some of my days, too. I empathize.
Thank you, Jan. Luckily for me I have a hard head. My heart, not so much.
Russ
Had to watch that poor bird over and over. I couldn’t look away.
I too watched it several times, in awe and wonder.