There used to be a web site where people could write about their scars and what they meant to them.
I have a ragged white scar on the palm of my left hand where I leapt over a chain-link fence to rescue a kid who was being beaten with cricket bats. I'm rather proud of that scar.
After a fashion, it was a nice wound to have, perhaps.
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Scars
There used to be a web site where people could write about their scars and what they meant to them.
I have a ragged white scar on the palm of my left hand where I leapt over a chain-link fence to rescue a kid who was being beaten with cricket bats. I'm rather proud of that scar.
After a fashion, it was a nice wound to have, perhaps.