I had a bad time in September in view of a big scar on my face which resulted after surgery on my cyst, the scar preceded my arrival anywhere and I was constantly reminded about it by my inquisitive patients.My life was drowned in sorrow and I lost my self esteem. My family was also very upset, used to monitor the size and shape of this hideous scar daily.I became a recluse.
Eventually it faded into oblivion for the world but it changed me from within.
I was teasingly called Scarface by my friends.I would cry bitterly looking in the mirror which seemed to magnify it, much to my horror.
But it taught me a lesson.
I started to think about the unfortunate people whom we encounter daily in our life who were born with scars or marks, the victims of burns and blasts and other disfigured faces who were pulling on their lives regardless of the cold stares at them.
God was so unfair to them.
They would be worrying about their job interviews, marriage proposals or party invitations which they would never attend.We need to change the way we look at them, they should be treated equally and without any sympathetic stares.We need to change and not judge people by their size,shape and colour. We need to look into their pure hearts and souls.
God will give them the courage to be normal, if we change our way of perceiving them.
Why can't God pick up a knife and scalpel to shape these people's lives?
A temporary scar turned my world upside down,what would be their world like?
I have no answer to this question.
Eventually it faded into oblivion for the world but it changed me from within.
I was teasingly called Scarface by my friends.I would cry bitterly looking in the mirror which seemed to magnify it, much to my horror.
But it taught me a lesson.
I started to think about the unfortunate people whom we encounter daily in our life who were born with scars or marks, the victims of burns and blasts and other disfigured faces who were pulling on their lives regardless of the cold stares at them.
God was so unfair to them.
They would be worrying about their job interviews, marriage proposals or party invitations which they would never attend.We need to change the way we look at them, they should be treated equally and without any sympathetic stares.We need to change and not judge people by their size,shape and colour. We need to look into their pure hearts and souls.
God will give them the courage to be normal, if we change our way of perceiving them.
Why can't God pick up a knife and scalpel to shape these people's lives?
A temporary scar turned my world upside down,what would be their world like?
I have no answer to this question.
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