My hands, arms, legs and face are covered with scars. I’ve accumulated a goodly collection of scars on my body as well. Most are tiny and unobtrusive. A few stand out. I’ve put myself through the rigors of life over the decades and it shows with the scars I’ve acquired.
For most of these scars, I have no idea of the wound that caused them. Those memories are long faded. For others, both tiny and large, I can recall exactly the injury that caused them even if it happened many, many years ago. Every one of the wounds underlying these scars has healed. Some of the wounds healed quickly while others took much longer and required special attention.
There is something else these scars all have in common. Not a single one of them hurts! The remnant of the wound is still there in the scar, but the wound…
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