Funny how things hit you while looking in the mirror. Not literally obviously, but things coming to mind. What is it about looking in the mirror that makes us so thoughtful? I know that I may be slightly narcissistic, but who isn’t?
One night after shaving, while looking in the mirror, I was feeling the underside of my chin and I ran across a scar that I have had since I was about two. I hadn’t thought about it in years. It was a scar that I got on my chin after falling in a hotel tub. I remember my dad telling me the story; I do not remember it happening at all. I remember him telling me that he felt like it all happened so that I could lift the mood at the hospital. He told me that when we went to the Emergency room, thinking that I needed stitches, that I made many people there laugh and smile. 17 years later, I am thinking about that incident.
I have another scar on my leg from a motorcycle burn, another on my finger from a cookie container. I have one on my hand from changing the sparkplugs on my car with my dad. I have a small scar on my face from when I first was learning how to shave. I have another on my arm from a biking accident. The list goes on. While all these acts resulted in some pain at the time, I am glad they happened. The outcomes were fine, they leave a great story, and during all of them I was doing something that I enjoyed.
Moral of the story, I would not have learned how to ride a bike without falling off, I would not have learned how to properly shave if I hadn’t cut myself.
Friends, everything happens for a reason, don’t let things discourage you. Take a chance and ride that bike without training wheels. I know I will when I pack everything I own into my car and drive to Akron for the summer. I’ll probably fall when I get there and it might leave a scar while I am working in the real world but I won’t remember the pain, only the experience and what I gained from it. At the very least, I’ll almost certainly leave with a few good stories.