when scars become stories.

Posted: January 21, 2015 in brain belches
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I have a dent on my forehead. A nasty little scar. It’s a forever testament to the fact that I’m easily distracted. When I was a little kid I was hanging out on a playground on a summer day, I was pushing someone in a swing. They were laughing I was laughing. But then…suddenly something caught my attention…SQUIRREL!!! I stopped and turned to look at it. The problem is that the swing didn’t stop. That is until it was stopped by my forehead! So I have a swing set shaped dent in my head. It hurt at first but I got stitches and treated it the way It needed to treated and it eventually healed. But, It left a mark. In time the scar became a story. It’s a part of me. A part of me that’s not pretty but it is real. Life is hard, hurt happens but healing can happen too. life can leave a dent, don’t let your dents become ruts. Don’t let scars become shackles. Let your Scars become stories, testaments to survival. Stories of hope and healing. What is your scar story?

Comments
  1. Kelly says:

    My scar story is falling down grandma’s cement steps when I was 18 month old and cracking my forehead open. Mom was so freaked out by it, that she made Uncle Lee drive us to the hospital but he didn’t even have his license yet! My dad said we always came back from Tulsa with a scar or an animal! Tom brought back three turtles and I got a Quarter Horse!

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