"Owies" and Healing

"Owies" are kind of amazing. I've always had a sweet tooth. When I was a child, on occasion, I would gather up all the (glass) pop bottles and walk to the store to return them for the deposit money and buy candy. I was on my way to do this and carrying a big brown grocery bag full of bottles in my arms, didn't see the break and rise in the pavement below me. I tripped and fell forward, breaking some of the bottles. A piece of glass punctured the back of my lower right arm. I looked at the damages, left the mess of bottles on the ground, put pressure on the injury on my arm and walked back home to clean it up and care for it. It was a mess and stitches were comtemplated, however we had just moved and my family didn't have medical insurance coverage yet, so butterfly bandages (like steri-strips) were applied to the injury. It looked pretty awful for a week or so, and then was red and irritated looking for quite awhile, and then bit by bit, the scar faded and now is not even noticeable, unless I really look for it. Healing is a miracle when I think about it. Not just physical healing, but also emotional healing. When an injury or trauma occurs, it is so fresh and painful, constantly reminding of its' presence in the consciousness. Given time and any appropriate treatment, the healing begins, and there may come a day when the experience, although very painful at the time, is a faded scar and memory. And the wonder of resiliency and healing.