Have You No Scar?

Feb 19

                                                                            Have You No Scars

     A beloved poem by Amy Carmichael:

Hast thou no scar                                                                                                    

No hidden scar on foot, or side, or hand?                                         

I hear thee sung as mighty is the land;

I hear them hail thy bright, ascendant star,

Hast thou no scar?

 

Hast thou no wound?

Yet I was wounded by the archers; spent,

Leaned Me against a tree to die; and rent

By ravening beasts that compassed Me, I swooned,

Hast thou no wound?

 

No wound? No scar?

Yet, as the Master shall the servant be,

And pierced are the feet that follow Me.

But thine are whole; can he have followed far

Who hast no wound or scar?

     I have many scars both inside and outside too. It used to bother me a lot. Other kids always had the clear skin, not me. My hormones were pumping away and my skin would break out daily. I tried everything, yes everything to no avail. Now I have Rosecea and my skin hates everything I do. Here are some things that bother my skin; heat, cold, pool water, sun light, new make-up, any new lotion, spicy food, working out and on and on it goes. I have learned to put up with my daily battle with my skin and even don’t care about those scars so much anymore, it’s just another little indignity that life hands out. I know that others have much worse and unfair problems than mine.

     There is a scar though that most probably hardly notice now. My mother was only 15 when I was born. I don’t really remember how old she was when this happened but I was very young and had wrestled free from my  her grasp coming out of the grocery store. I must have darted out into the driveway and was struck by a car. The car’s front driver’s wheel rested on my head. My mom looked up into the face of a very young driver and saw the panic in his face. She also caught another look, that awful look of fear. She hollered to him to stay put and she would help direct him how to reverse the car without causing any more damage to me. She knew the driver was too young to have a license. Thinking quickly she assured him that once he backed off of me she wouldn’t press charges. He must have been trying hard to believe her, foot ready to accelerate and be a “hit and run”.

     She smiled and said it again reassuringly, “you can do this and I’ll help you, everything will be OK”.

He admitted not having a driver’s license and being afraid that if he backed up wrong he could kill me, if I wasn’t dead already. My mom did talk him through the reverse motion that freed my head from under his wheel. I was bleeding badly and was rushed to the doctor’s office near-by.

     I received so many stitches that I don’t remember the number. They started mid forehead and continued just below the corner of one of my eyes. I looked pretty scary and I still remember my mom asking how well it could be expected to heal. The kind dr. looked into my face and said that I’d be just fine and probably could hide any residual scar with make-up.   All I could think about that day was that I would grow up to be a woman who would put on make-up. I fantasized all day about how wonderful that was.

     We need to put our scars into perspective, they are a road map of where we have been, and what we have overcome. I am thankful to be alive and have seen many years on planet earth.

6 comments

  1. dsimorte /

    I love the poem, and what a miracle that you survived being run over! Your mother must have been wise beyond her years to have handled that the way she did.

  2. Tonia Hurst /

    Dale, your mom–nerves of steel. Don’t think I would have handled such a terrifying thing with such grace. Love the piece and the poem.

  3. Kevin Q Lavely /

    Such a great perspective!

  4. So glad you are here to tell about it!

  5. OrganicGirl /

    I was riveted as I read through your account of this incident. I really
    got another view of your mother — an extraordinary woman to have not
    totally freaked out (like I would have) when her little girl was trapped
    under a wheel of a car. I was also impressed with the beauty in which you have
    embraced the physical hardships with such grace. A beautiful example to
    me! Thank you for sharing from the heart.

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