She was young and had issues of mind and body.I saw that she was bleeding from her forearm,as I walked into examination room.
I was told that she did cut herself.She had a history of that.Her whole arm looked like a scratch board with prior cutting scars.The bleeding from new cut stopped within minutes as I applied dressing.
So you will be getting a scar,don't do that,I told her.
She replied,I don't care,this is the story of my life.
To some living with a scary story give them a role in life,though a short one.Others recreate their story by healing their scars.
I do'nt know her story as there was no story teller.The only question I ponder is how to find those healers amongst ourselves who might cure scars.