Life’s Scars

I don’t know exactly when, but these days I was reading about a soldier who awoke from a coma in Texas three weeks after he had been burned in Afghanistan when he almost died. This guy had no fingers, his face was completely destroyed, one ear was gone, skin grafts crisscrossed his face like lines on a map; he looked like a monster from a terror movie. After several surgeries his face is better, and today he can walk on the streets and go to every place without a mask covering his face. But beyond these physical scars, I believe the worst is the emotional scars which will accompany him throughout his life. So I decided to write a little bit about life’s scars.

Have you ever thought about how you have become who you are? I’m talking about our life’s scars, about everything, actions, events… that make you become who you are nowadays.

I know that our personality is not built only from our scars; Thank God, there are a lot of other things that help in this “building”, such as the knowledge acquired from our parents; and other that we acquire at school, on the streets, with our neighbors, friends and all those whom se meet along our life. But these things are so normal and constant that we hardly think of them, and when we think about, this thought is so shallow and fast that we don’t mind about and we forget it as so fast as it show up.

But on the other hand, there are these scars which help us become who we are. For example a guy who had received bad jokes at school because he was the shortest, ugliest, poorest, or any other reason, will probably be shy when he grow up. Or a guy who lost his daddy and had a hard life without money enough to fulfill his whishes, he probably will give much value in everything he conquests during his lifetime. And this is the point that I would like to talk about, these scars are so hard to think about, and how these scars are kept in the deep of our heart, when it shows up it’s keep in our mind during more time than we would like, maybe for days, months, years...

So, although we go through hard time, we must learn to live with these scars to the best of our ability, because that soldier’s scars will be with him for all his lifetime, as well as our own life’s scars will be with us forever.

As Eric Clapton said about his son Conor:

“I must be strong and carry on; because I know; I don't belong here in Heaven.”