Looking at our scars
In talking with a friend this week, I was reminded that we all have scars from our past. Whether physical or emotional, these scars serve as reminders of where we’ve been.
What is interesting to me is the way different people see their scars. A physical scar for example may be an embarrassing and even debilitating disfigurement to one person while another person may wear it as a badge of honor.
Emotional scars can pose an insurmountable roadblock to one, while another sees it as a stepping stone to ever greater things.
In reflecting on my own scars, I find that I have a mix of reactions to them. Some bother me and I’m a bit embarrassed and even ashamed of (yes, I still have work to do :p) while others are kinda cool and I like having them and retelling the stories around them.
What do your scars – or more importantly your attitude about your scars – have to say about you?
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I just want to tell you how much I appreciate and even love you. Your wisdom has touched my very soul, and although I haven’t emailed you much, the few times I did you gave me a pint of view that I might not have or refused to consider…thank you!
I come from a family so violent that my dad used me as his personal punching bag if I failed to protect my 3 sibs, or did or did not do or say something. As for grades, they had better be great or else!
Fast forward, I was in med school and had a feeling I should go visit the family. My dad waited for me and made us both hamburgers. We had a few laughs and he told me he was so sorry that he raised me so roughly to which I replies, “Nothing, but nothing can defeat me, not even you! I am one of three women in my classes and can more than hold my own. I’m sorry you were so rough on me. You broke my bones and fractured my spirit, but I’m still standing strong, and you can take some credit for that.”
Not a minute later, his heart exploded in his chest and he died there right in front of me! I tried CPR. but of course there was no coming back for him.
I still bear some of those scars, but they are simply about where I came from, not where or who I am now. I am also a cancer survivor.
Maria, there are many, “best things” I have dome for myself over the years, as I ma a bit older than you.
Topping this list is the ability and will I had to forgive him and my mom for everything, and hope they are in a place of love, joy and profound peace.
Scars don’t have to define you. Turn your hurts over to the Universe and healing is readily and quickly available.
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Wow thanks Marianne! I’m so happy to have helped you in some small way :)
It’s so cool that your last visit with your Dad was one of forgiveness and honest conversation. So few people get to do that. I almost feel as though he was waiting for you to get there so he could pass over peacefully.
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