When we were doing mission work, my family and I traveled every couple of years to a big week-long gathering with thousands of people who were also part of the missions organization. During one of those trips, we took bikes with us, because the town where we were going had bike lanes and trails everywhere! Getting around was just easier on bike than by car. We were an open foster home at the time as well, so there were two adults and four teens on this particular trip. This meant hauling six bikes to the event. But once we arrived, we didn’t have to drive our vehicle anywhere for the whole week!
One afternoon, we were all gathering at our hotel after being scattered in several directions for much of the day. The next thing on our agenda was dinner at a place we were all pretty excited about!
The hotel was a small-ish hotel, just two stories high. Our rooms were on the second floor. We carried our bikes up & down the stairs and “parked” them in our rooms. Only, that day, I decided I would just stash my bike under the stairwell temporarily. We wouldn’t be there long – no sense in lugging it up & down!
I ducked under the stairs, leaned my bike against the far wall, turned around, stood up, and immediately sat down hard, seeing nothing for a few seconds, then seeing stars and feeling very disoriented. In my haste, I’d stood up too soon, smashed the top of my head on the steel stairwell beam above me, and almost blacked out from the sudden impact. Within the next few seconds, I crawled out from under the stairs, put my hand to my head which felt warm & wet, then ran up the stairs, barged into the room, and headed straight to the bathroom sink, bleeding profusely from a long, deep gash on the top left side of my head. I’d split my scalp!
I managed to get my head over the sink fast enough before much of the blood dripped anywhere else but on me. And wow, a head wound can sure bleed a lot! I just let it bleed for a while, then started trying to figure out a way to slow it down. Our other five family members were all there. My daughter wanted to see the wound. She even took photos so I could see it. About that time, one of the kids asked “does this mean we won’t get to go have dinner?” I’d forgotten about dinner.
We called a nurse friend who was there, asked her to come assess me and see if I might need to visit the ER. She looked carefully and said I could probably use several stitches, but I might also be able to dress it with some antibiotic cream and let it heal. Either way, I was going to have a sizable scar.
I didn’t want to be the reason everyone else in the family didn’t get to go eat at the place we were all so excited about. I decided not to go to the hospital. Instead, I waited for the bleeding to slow, slathered the whole area with gobs of antibiotic cream, covered it strategically with a “maxi pad”, put a hat on my head, and off to dinner we all went! Significantly later than we had planned, but we went. I don’t remember how dinner was. Might’ve had something to do with my throbbing head?
This incident happened years ago – 11 years ago, if memory serves me correctly. I can still put a hand up to my head and place four fingers in the “divot” that remains. I guess if I were to ever lose my hair, it would be obvious. As it is now, no one can see it. But still, I know. The wound healed, but the scar will always be there.
I’ve had a lot of headaches over my lifetime. I had them before this accident occurred, but I don’t think it helped. You know how some people say they can tell it’s going to rain because their elbow aches? Well, I get migraines sometimes when the weather pattern takes a significant shift. Coincidence? Maybe, maybe not.
Wounds heal. Scars remain. This is true for the body, and true for the mind, soul and spirit. Most scars are not visible. It’s safe to say that everyone who’s lived very long on this planet has scars of some kind. If we take time, we might even notice. Emotional scars can run much deeper than physical wounds. 11 years is a fairly long time, yet my head still bears the evidence of trauma. How long might it take for someone to recover from emotional trauma?
Maybe you’ve been hurt deeply. Please give yourself gobs of grace, kindness, and compassion. If you haven’t been hurt deeply, consider yourself fortunate – and just know there are people all around you who would be blessed by your grace, kindness, and compassion.
Wounds heal, scars remain.