My lovely scar

If you look closely, you may see a small scar beneath my right eye brow. How did I get this scar? Let me tell you.

Many years ago, (I may have been three or so) I was standing on the bench. Why you ask? I’m not sure. Instinct of a three year old or something. During the middle of someone’s talk, I lose my balance and fall forward. I don’t really remember this that well, but I’m sure I screamed bloody murder. In church. Yes, bloody murder in church, right in the middle of someone’s talk. The whole congregation turns around. The old lady that lives just around the corner comes over, and bandages me up. No, she is not a nurse; she is just one of those people who carry band-aids in her purse. Bless her heart. I don’t think I needed stitches, but that’s how I got my scar on my eye brow.

If you look closely, you may see a small scar beneath my right eye brow. How did I get this scar? Let me tell you.


Many years ago, (I may have been three or so) I was standing on the bench. Why you ask? I’m not sure. Instinct of a three year old or something. During the middle of someone’s talk, I lose my balance and fall forward.