Accident to Scar, Scar to Motivation

Hello Ladies and Gents, I'm very much elated to share my story with you all. It's a story of ups and downs that left a lasting scar on me which makes me sober when time I look at the scar but of recent, I've learned to live beyond the scars and press forward to the greater things the future has in store for me.

One of the two scars I have, happens to affect me in a way that I can't smile broadly and expose my teeth because it's located at the forefront of my teeth and for all I can remember, it's been there since childhood. Yes, I grew up with it and I can't give a vivid account of how it came to be. But just of recent, I've accepted my fate, knowing that no matter how hard I try to hide it, it will be still be there because it's part of me and also, more like a live long scar which little or no effect can be excited on it. I've also learnt to build an identity with it, the girl with a scar on her teeth, sounds cool, right?

Just when I was struggling with accepting the first scar, disaster struck and I found myself with yet another scar. Oh! how terrifying it is, living with two scars! Last year, October to be precised, on my way to work, my bus got involved in a ghastly auto crash. The car that ran into us was on a high speed, despite the signal given to it by our driver, it could not get a grip of itself and it ran into us and somersaulted. It was a pathetic experience, the three passengers in the car got brutally wounded and our bus got damaged. My team leaders eyes were affected, it became swollen and my leg was injured and swollen too and few others of my coworkers were injured. But my most gratitude goes to God who didn't allow any soul to be lost as this happened in front of a mortuary and the villagers were expectant of a dead body so it could be pushed into the mortuary.

I could not hold back the tears that rolled down my cheeks as I thought of so many things but first on my mind was feeding, how was I going to feed without going to work? I then thought how long it will take for my leg to heal, I was scared of my life but thank God that I can only look at it today and thank God for His faithfulness. The healing process wasn't easy as I visited hospital frequently and even an orthopedic doctor, it took about five months before I regained back my leg but it left on me yet another scar!

My once fine and hot leg has turned into an eyesore. I couldn't comfortably wear a short gown anymore and won't even think of wearing it till I finally embraced my scar knowing that life happens at times. If I were to be told that one day, I won't be able to wear a gown that doesn't go beyond my knee, I'd say that the person's bluffing but look at me today, with long gowns and flowing skirts and mostly on trousers always not until some days ago, I learnt that our true identity is in our scars. There's a story behind each scar and what we make of that story is what counts, we either make a name or hide in shame of it but I've chosen the former because hiding isn't my thing. I'm an outgoing person, seeking for every opportunity to make my life better and common scars won't change that fact about me.

I'd leave this to anyone out there who feels inferior because of whatever scar life's journey has left on you, it might not necessarily be a physical one, it can be an emotional scar, spiritual or otherwise. Live beyond your scars, you can achieve whatever you desire if you go all out for it, leaving behind the scars. Personally, I see mine as a motivation to do more than what I'm limited to so as to prove to myself that I'm unstoppable and you can adopt it too.

Thank you so much my friends for taking out time to read my story, I hope it inspires someone out there.