On Loving Your Scars

My favorite scar is a mark on my hand. It’s a perfect circle about the size of a wedding ring, in that part of my hand just over the bottom knuckle of my thumb. It’s faded to a dull pinkish color, almost invisible most of the time, but when I make a fist it stands out proudly like a little shield. It’s from a rookie mistake I made while working with a very powerful industrial drill press. it was turned off at the time, but the drill head turned out to be still pretty hot. If I’d been wearing my work gloves like I was supposed to be, I probably wouldn’t have even noticed it. For a couple of years after I got it, every time I saw that scar it just pissed me off. There’s nothing about that story that makes me look good; it’s not a scar from Read More…