The Scars


The Scars

As I gazed up at the weight resting up the once very broken arm, my mind began to wander. The realization that once this arm was shattered, it took 2 plates and 16 screws to put it back together. I can look at it and remember, but I can also look at see the strength that has come out of that life altering moment in time. I know I am stronger for the brokenness, I am stronger in spite of the scars. They mark me, but do not define me. The brokenness only made me stronger.

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