Now I stare in the mirror and look at this scar. It’s wide, long, jagged, and ugly. It’s also a tribute to what I’ve been through: a reminder that I could so easily not be here. It reminds me that life can be over in an instant, so live every single day. People look at me and think, “Oh, he’s so happy, he’s always laughing. He’s so carefree.” Why would I ever sweat the small stuff? I almost died. I’m alive, so to hell with every single thing that you think I should or shouldn’t be. I love looking at the scar. I hate that I had to feel that pain, but I love the lessons it taught and the way it
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