Kissing Scars

Last year August 6th, I got in a horrible drone accident that destroyed the lens and iris in my left eye and left a scar running down my eye. For a couple months I could barely read, my working memory was horrible, energy levels were shot, and I was in so much pain, especially after surgeries.

Then a sweet girl kissed my scars.

In one simple gesture, it was communicated

“What you’re going through really sucks and I want to make it better”

Today I realized two people upvoted my birthday comment in an obituary post to a lost friend. That post was almost a year ago, and the comment was a month ago.

Whoever you two are, thank you for kissing my scars.