We Are the Sum of Our Choices

I was in the car yesterday with my youngest son, Jacob, and we were talking about the scar on the back of my hand. It's a new one - I got it from a cut a few weeks ago when I was carrying a TV downstairs and caught the corner of it on my hand. I was lamenting about my scar and how ugly it was, holding it up against the sunlight. He simply looked at me and said, "Mom, it's part of you now, you just need to accept it. Scars represent where we've been." I know he's righ