Scalded

 Scalded

As a little boy I wandered into the kitchen, saw the coffee pot cord, pulled it, spilling boiling water onto my left shoulder, arm and chest. I spent long weeks bandaged, Korean war way of dealing with burns, making the scars worse. The doctor said I would never use my left arm. Here I am with the bandaged arm. I did not listen to Dr Head. I went on to make use of the left hand. The scars had a deep way of shaping who I became. Scars are what defined me, but never hindered or used as an excuse.