I have a scar on my right arm, and it is one of the worst I have ever seen. The scar, a result of a failed operation to repair a severed nerve, is the size of a pencil eraser, deep enough to be obvious and painful. The scar is a testament to the fact that many things can hurt us – from a cut on our finger to a break in our vertebrae. My scars are not something I thought I would ever have to deal with.
The fact that so many people have scars on their bodies is a testament to how much we take for granted that we can be just as fragile and dependent on our bodies as we are on the world around us. It’s a reminder that it takes a great deal of thought and effort to maintain a healthy and well-functioning body, and that we still have so much to learn about our bodies.
Even scarier is the fact that we can all be cut ourselves. The first time I got cut on was when I was just a teenager. I was walking down the street and my older sister ran up to me and said, “Hey, let’s go to the mall and get that cut out of your face,” even though I had no idea where the mall was. I thought it was some kind of weird joke and was not too concerned.
I have to say, I am not a fan of getting cuts. I am a huge fan of getting poked, squeezed, prodded, and otherwise prodded into being able to do stuff. But then there are the times when it seems as if it’s the only thing I can do. For example, when I was about 13, I was in a band with a friend and we were playing this festival.
To me, the band was more about the music and the people than the music and the people. The people were all about the music, the people were about the people, and the people were all about the people.
This is what happened. We were out on the stage, and on cue, someone asked how the band was feeling. I said, “It’s great, everybody is feeling great.’ Then I realized, I hadn’t said anything.
The answer is that it wasn’t even a question. I had just said, its great. Then I said, Well, everyone is feeling great. Then I realized, I hadnt said anything.
That’s funny. It was actually very interesting that the band wasnt interested in what anyone else thought about the music. They were all about the people.
What is funny is the fact that it was very interesting that the band wasnt interested in what anyone else thought about the music. They were all about the people.
I’m not sure I’ve read a band where everyone was so concerned about what everyone else thought about the music. The band’s goal is to make a good song and be liked by enough people to get to the top of the charts and make everyone else jealous. So to really make more money, they have to make more money or they have to do all the things they do that make them more money. I think that’s pretty much it. It’s a great feeling.