Scars - silent reminders that we can't take life for granted!

Scars are something curious. Every scar has a story. A scar is a permanent mark left by an injury, a visible, physical memory of something that helped shape your life. It is also proof that the body has an incredible ability to heal itself.

We also have mental scars, duplicating the ones on our body, but they sit deeper, much deeper. Often, we suppress them, hide them in the unconscious part of ourselves. Sometimes we even forget about them, but those internal scars always have very important purpose in the make-up of our souls - and our physical ones are a constant reminder of the events that caused the injuries on the outside.

There are those scars that bring tears of hurt to our faces, and there are those that remind us of incredible joy that has touched our life. There are those that happen by accident, and those that are given to us to cause pain and anger, grief and regret, the very things they are borne of.

Some scars we inflict on ourselves, in the hope to change our outside as well as the inside, to either feel better , look better or simply, to be different. That includes everything from cuts to tattoos and branding.

As for myself, I have quite a few scars. The first scars, I received stem from childhood accidents.
There is one scar on the top of my foot my parents explained as having been caused by a doctor in the hospital I was born in. Somehow, some chemical dripped onto my foot and I was left with a small, odd looking, almost square, raised scar.

There are two other scars on the inside of my left shin. I was about 12 years old ,and part of a local youth group, which went on a trip that served as preparation to be confirmed in my faith later that year. One day, I was jumping on a large trampoline inside a large storage building. I guess, we weren't supposed to use it, as it was standing on a concrete floor with no safety net and no adult around. I did a somersault, that made me feel really adventurous, but the second try drove me right over the edge of the trampoline, and I ended up upside-down, hanging there from the trampoline, barely arrested by a quick grip of my hands, and my leg caught in one of the springs, with my head just about and inch and a half above the concrete floor. I realized quickly, that I had almost cracked my skull! The fact that I was bleeding heavily from the two cuts in my left leg didn't matter much to me at that point - go figure -

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