While reading the NY Times on line today, I read this column and for some reason really related to this tale. Maybe it is because of all the scars on my body the most profound one remains as a result of my donating my left kidney to my older brother...now ten years ago. Or maybe is it the deep gash still evident from the driver who opened his car door (and sped off) as I was passing by on my bike...it remains nasty thirty years later.
I bet nearly all of us have scars that chart our lives....here's a chance to revisit yours...
Cheers and hope you didn't keloid....
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