Scars

I've got a small scar at the base of my right pointer finger. In fourth grade, I was cutting out styrofoam for a school project with a utility knife. I wasn't experienced with blades and it suddenly slipped as I was cutting. It dug straight into the hand I was using to brace the styrofoam. An hour later, I was staring at three stitches. Over two decades later, the scar is barely visible.

I also have a small, jagged scar directly in the middle of my forehead. It was acquired when I was five. I was running to meet a friend at the front door when I tripped on the hall rug. I sailed into the door and split my skull open. Years later, the scar is an amusing conversation piece. It's the size and shape of the one Harry Potter had. Combined with my brown hair and eyeglasses, I've been told that I look like an adult Harry.

My largest scar is one that spans the entire width of my abdomen. When I was born, I had a blockage in my intestine that required immediate surgery. The resulting scar was only four inches long but as I grew, the scar grew proportionately. It's not pretty to look at but I'm alive, so I'm not complaining too loudly.

How ya doing, buddy?