After rowing training early yesterday morning, Doc Don and I couldn't help notice the facial scars of one of our newbie teammates who recently figured in a car accident.
Doc and I both have surgical scars, the one on his neck is due to a goiter operation (I think). Doc's scar looks like a necklace. Mine however, runs from the navel towards the pubic area. Mine was due to food poisoning.
"Welcome to the Club" We chorused to Serge, each showing our scars.
Serge then proceeded to tell us the many accidents various members of his family have had over the years.
You see, my abdominal scar used to bother me a lot. I couldn't just take off my shirt whenever I want, like in a beach, without attracting attention. However, I took an Oprahtic attitude and looked at in a positive light. Right now, it doesn't bother me at all and I swim at the ULTRA and the Rizal pools frequently.
Although it is certainly unlike Hawthorne's Scarlet Letter, it's like a badge of honor for me. The scar after all, is a constant reminder that this is my second lease on life.
One time many years ago, alighting from the MRT, somebody approached me, handed me his card and inquired if I might be interested in joining those male body contests (Yes Che, It's true, I'm not making this up!).
"You have got to be kidding me", I told him, unable to take him seriously - I just couldn't believe it - before I politely declined his offer. I really wonder what his reaction would be like if he sees the map of Chile on my abdomen.
Doc and I both have surgical scars, the one on his neck is due to a goiter operation (I think). Doc's scar looks like a necklace. Mine however, runs from the navel towards the pubic area. Mine was due to food poisoning.
"Welcome to the Club" We chorused to Serge, each showing our scars.
Serge then proceeded to tell us the many accidents various members of his family have had over the years.
You see, my abdominal scar used to bother me a lot. I couldn't just take off my shirt whenever I want, like in a beach, without attracting attention. However, I took an Oprahtic attitude and looked at in a positive light. Right now, it doesn't bother me at all and I swim at the ULTRA and the Rizal pools frequently.
Although it is certainly unlike Hawthorne's Scarlet Letter, it's like a badge of honor for me. The scar after all, is a constant reminder that this is my second lease on life.
One time many years ago, alighting from the MRT, somebody approached me, handed me his card and inquired if I might be interested in joining those male body contests (Yes Che, It's true, I'm not making this up!).
"You have got to be kidding me", I told him, unable to take him seriously - I just couldn't believe it - before I politely declined his offer. I really wonder what his reaction would be like if he sees the map of Chile on my abdomen.
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