Every scar that a person has has a story to tell. Sometimes I like to sit with my grandmother and hear about her scars as a child and evern as an adult. The scars don't always show because they are on the inside. Some are simply scars of the heart and usually the worst kind. Time after time you see a person with a cast, in a wheelchair, or with an amputated limb and many times we ask ourselves I wonder what happened? Many people have stories that they would love to tell and share with others but they have nobody to tell them to. I often wonder how much I could learn if I heard atleast one story a day. I would probably be much more thankful for what I have.
I have many scars on the outside which are mostly on my hands and legs but there are a few on the inside. The ones that are on the outside will heal eventually over time but the ones on the inside will find a way to remain forever. And no matter if the mark fades away the story will always be remembered to tell for generations and generations.
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Well, let me provide you with a scar story of the day...when I was 14 months old I was playing in the back yard, my mom was 8 months pregnant with my sister. I fell, directly into a hot fire pit. There was not much my mom could do with that huge belly. I had third degree burns up to my knees and had to be transported to Riley Children's Hospital. You can no longer tell except on my feet where I had to have skin grafts. But I feel very uncomfortable when people ask me what happened.
As for the interior scars, everyone has them, and you're right they don't heal well. It's tragic, but we'll deal.
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Do you find it odd that you are not as strong as you once thought?