Chicks dig Scars  

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When I was 12, I ran through a sliding glass door at a birthday party...It basically split my face wide open and required 104 stitches...Yeah not my brightest moment...

I also learned a valuable lesson....At 12 girls are shallow...They are in it for the looks...There was a girl that had a crush on me before this happened. After I couldn't even get her to talk to me...(That's right I still remember you Laurie).

Fortunately for me, that allowed me to work on my personality a little bit. I will say that other than ruining my 6th grade camp and causing my friend's mom and my parents some grief the whole experience was not terrible.. Yeah there was some pain and a little discomfort but all in all it was a pretty good learning experience. It taught me not to judge people for their words but by their actions. My real friends continued to be my real friends.

The next year I met a whole new group of people. It was 7th grade and we moved from elementary school to junior high. A very unsettling experience, but I figured if I could split my face wide open and get past it, what else could be worse. Turns out that some of the girls in 7th grade thought that big ol' nasty scar in the middle of my face was really cool and wanted to know over and over how it happened. I was more than happy to tell the story, and I'm sure that I might have added a bit here and there.

Well 7th grade was looking pretty good at this point and then......I got the flu. No big deal everybody gets the flu right? Well I couldn't get over this flu. My fever kept getting worse, and I was having these terrible headaches, and I couldn't bend my head down. Convulsions and I woke up in the hospital overhearing the doctors telling my parents that it didn't look good. Now that is something to make you wonder on. Not quite 13 years old and I'm overhearing that I might die. Well HAH! I didn't...It was a 6 month recovery and I was out the rest of the school year. But the next year I was back and playing football and all sorts of other activities that I had enjoyed before. I had to learn how to walk again, so I figured heck if I can beat that I can beat anything.

Well it turns out that a friend of mine spread the story that my scar had split open and I had lost soooo much blood that I was in the hospital receiving transfusions and they didn't know if I would make it. I got a ton of phone calls that summer and eventually I had to come clean, but they sure did like that scar.

I am older and sometimes wiser now. I have added a few other scars to my collection over the years. I had a torn distal tendon in my arm that they reattached, I almost cut off a couple fingers, and they even managed to cut open my knee ONCE (never again). I don't have the scar on my face any longer, it went away years ago. I have the others and they are great conversation pieces.

Through everything I have had happen in my life, the one constant I have witnessed is this, Chicks dig Scars...They wanna know how you got em, if you saved a baby from a burning building, were you in a knife fight? Did you shoot it out in the military? I have been known to maybe stretch the boundaries of truth on occassion (artistic license and all).

I must say that running through that sliding glass door and getting all those stitches is one of the luckiest things to ever happen to me. It taught me to look at people for what they do, not what they say. I believe whole heartedly that you should never judge a book by it's cover. Stiches healed up the scar went away, but the lesson remained with me all this time...

Plus Chicks really dig scars!!!

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Good for you for getting through all that and coming out with the you we all love! But your poor parents!

January 20, 2010 at 1:28 AM

I did the same thing when I was 12! Went through a glass door, but I only split open my arm, not my face, and it only needed about 30 stitches...but I still have the scar.

January 20, 2010 at 5:03 AM

OMG that must have sucked! That is a ton of stitches OUCHIE.
When I think of scars I go back to that scene in "Jaws" when they are in the cabin of the Orca and all comparing their scars and Chief Brody is looking all over his body to show them something they would not laugh at.
A scar gives your body a tale to tell...
great post!

January 20, 2010 at 6:16 AM

I have a "Harry Potter" Z scar on my forehead that gets me a lot of attention also. 11 years old and swimming in a barrel I whacked my forehead on the rim and carried a scar that looked like a seven for a while until I fell off a horse and completed the Z. Now ever since the "Potter" movies, my kids and all who notice want to know if I've defeated Dumbledore? yet. hehe

January 20, 2010 at 6:36 AM

Desertson...swimming in a BARREL? Must have been some barrel!
I saw your profile...pomegranite farmer...that must be some cool life, seriously! Have fun raising all those kids!

January 20, 2010 at 10:18 AM

Chicks dig scars, tats, guns, dogs and babies. I know you have had at least three at some point!

January 20, 2010 at 11:11 AM

Got to me some badasss scars.

January 20, 2010 at 12:20 PM

Tina..I have to admit I put my parents through it, but they came out like champs..

Joe..I have the scar on my arm from the tendon reattachment, it still brings up questions..any scar is a good one for conversation..

Lisa Marie..I didn't think about the Jaws angle I will)

Desertson..gotta agree with Joe..Swimming in a barrel??? (so did you and dumbledore have that match?)

Ian..I have all of those things

Invidus...Just hang out with me for a week and we can get you at least 2 or 3 scars..Promise they will be way cool too :)

January 20, 2010 at 3:20 PM

Wow, what a story!

I mean, all those stitches?!? I would have been really curious to see that. (I'm not afraid to say it :P)

January 20, 2010 at 4:11 PM

Pretty scary experiences for someone so young. I bet you never ran into a sliding glass again:) You really learned some tough lessons the hard way.

January 20, 2010 at 5:27 PM

Holy crap! And you're a safety rep??? lol (had to get the dig in)

I shut my finger in a car door on my parent's anniversary one year... not my best moment, but pretty minor compared to what you went through.

January 20, 2010 at 6:57 PM

Sarah....I will see about finding a pic of that...It was pretty frankensteinish.... are so right..never again...although there were a few other minor scrapes with a fence and a few other assorted items :)

Kristy...I'm thinkin' that's probably what made me a safety rep..
I know what to avoid now..really really

January 20, 2010 at 7:50 PM

104 stitches! Ouch!

My sister in law ran into a sliding glass door about 5 years ago, and the whole thing shattered.... The only big piece of glass left was the one she caught in her hand.... She's lucky she didn't get hurt....

January 20, 2010 at 11:25 PM

Bendigo - Yeah man, thar be the reason I am heading your way this summer!

January 21, 2010 at 2:56 PM

Stop by my blog when you get a free moment, I have something for you =)

January 21, 2010 at 6:01 PM

Wow!! You poor guy! Soo many stitches :(

I am glad though, that it taught you a valuable lesson to not judge a book by it's cover. Shitty it had to happen the way it did though!

January 21, 2010 at 6:11 PM

Kato...ha ha...yeah it was sorta crappy at the time, but it all came out in the wash....

January 21, 2010 at 8:53 PM

I can't believe there wasn't one little girl who felt sorry for you! Girls can be so shallow.

I am on a quest to find good blogs and saw you listed on Ian's site. He has some good taste!

January 22, 2010 at 7:33 PM

I actually think "I" invented that scar because of course I had it first and that billionaire author, huh what's her name...Growling or something stole my patent scar from me..damn her, I could've been rich! Yah Joe, when you have a beautiful river running by your place all your life I guess swimming in a barrel was more fun! And yes as the saying goes, "cheaper by the dozen" (even though it's not true) I'm having a blast raising these kids.

January 22, 2010 at 9:43 PM

GND...Not one little girl :(

Lol..but it's all good..Thanks for stopping by...

Desertson..You had a river and chose a barrel..we really need to talk

January 25, 2010 at 7:58 PM

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