The following is an answer and/or comment by inhahe aka ColorStorm (inhahe.com - myriachromat.wordpress.com).
kate matsuda: Do you have any scars? With a story?

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I have a small scar on my chin that I got when I was 7 (I know I was 7 because I remember noticing at the time than I was 7 years old and I got 7 stitches). I was riding a skateboard on my knees on the sidewalk outside my grandma's house, and I hit a pebble.. I flew forward, and my chin hit the road. Then I was literally *pouring* blood out of my chin. I ran to the house and, amazingly, my grandma was already standing there just outside the door with a wet rag waiting for me.

I also have scars on my forehead from a car accident. When I got into the car that day, I had the thought, "I don't care if I die," and I made the thought go deep enough into my subconscious that it might manifest.. and I didn't put my seatbelt on. Then we got into a car accident... I wasn't driving, my friend was, and the accident wasn't even his fault. The car was totaled. My face made a hole in the windshield.

Some older lady stopped and waited with me until the ambulance came. She told me to stop spitting parts of my teeth out because I'd need those. (I didn't think they'd actually use those parts of my teeth to put them back on, but I wasn't -positive-.) She also promised to be my friend after that.. so I met up with her once at a bar after that but we didn't talk.

The windshield cut my eyelid but, amazingly, left my eye perfectly fine. When the nurse put some kind of glue on my eyelid to help it heal, she accidentally got some in the wrong place and glued my eyelid shut. As they were pulling really hard to get it open again, I was freaking out.. (you don't MESS with my EYES! I used to be scared of the dark when I was a kid, not because of what could be lurking in the darkness, but because I could never be sure my eyes still worked. I cried all night in a dark motel room once, much to the irritation of my relatives;P) I remember one of the nurses saying, "He's not gonna take it!" Anyway, they ended up pulling it open (what they were trying to do).

A couple of years ago I found a piece of glass in my forehead that was about a third or a fourth of an inch long, at the end of a scar, and pulled it out. I don't remember when the car accident was, but I know it was significantly longer than 8 years ago at the time.

My dad used to be a paramedic, and based on what happened and my injuries, he said I must live a charmed life. =p

Not that long after I went through that eye thing, in which I had emotionally "gone for broke" and had more or less totally surrendered to the doctors/nurses, my best friend who used to be psychic said, "There's a lot less misunderstanding in the universe."