Hello, Dear Reader.
So let’s talk about scabs. Well, why not? Most conversations will wind their way around to one body part or another eventually.
Perhaps it’s a part that hurts.
Maybe a body part of someone else’s that we want to discuss in detail.
Good or bad, watch and see if you don’t mention some part of your (or someone else’s) body at least once today.
But scabs…they have a pretty important message, you see.
Let’s start with the scab conversation. While the scab discussion usually isn’t an icebreaker, it can lead to a more detailed conversation in which you get to know someone a little better.
Like, “Hey, that’s a pretty big scab. How did you get that one?”
Or, “Well, that scab seems to be healing nicely. Don’t worry a bit that everyone is looking at it.”
I even had a man come up to me and say “You know the real reason God invented scabs was to give us something to pick at when we are bored. ” Truly, it happened. I have no reason to lie about that!
But it seems to me that the real reason we should talk more about scabs is that they truly are a miraculous thing. You get hurt, you bleed, and suddenly, voila! A scab appears.
No doctor put it there. You don’t have to go to the hospital to get one. You didn’t have to purchase it or qualify to get a scab.
It’s your body taking care of you. In fact, when we DON’T make scabs, that’s when the doctors and hospitals really go into a panic.
The scab is saying…”You got it inside to heal. I’m here to remind you of that.”
Even the doctor and hospitals will tell you that they don’t cure your illness. They just do whatever they can to help your body do it .
That’s the message from the scab, I think. I hope that gives you something to talk about today.
Skate On!
Darla
(Fort Davis in far West Texas is quiet now, but oh the conversations that may have happened on this bench there outside the Army hospital.)