from the roof at work.

from the roof at work.

Scars are beautiful.

They tell a story.

They tell of survival.

A scar indicates pain from the past,

while simultaneously reminding us

that pain 

is temporary:

It may last a minute,

an hour, 

a day, 

a decade.

But eventually, pain will subside

and a scar will take its place. 

A scar is beautiful;

it will forever tell anyone who sees it 

that someone once tried to destroy this,

and failed. 

I’m best friends with the children of my mom’s best friend, Christine (Chris). Our families have known one another all of our lives, and her three boys are around the same respective ages as my brother and I.

We had always lived in the same neighborhood growing up, but when I was 10, they moved away for their dad’s new job. I still remember a teary-eyed goodbye party at the local swimming pool clubhouse and being immensely sad that my best buddies and their mom, the person who had taught me how to tie my shoes and ride a bike, were leaving.

But four years later, their family decided to move back. Moving to a town in the heart of adolescence is tough on 16, 14 and and a 12 year old kids, but was particularly hard for the youngest, Brian, who was only 8 when he moved away. Getting settled proved difficult for him socially, so his parents bought him a dog, which he awesomely named, MacGyver.

This past Saturday was Brian’s wedding day. 14 years after moving back to our hometown, he was marrying his high school sweetheart. The morning of the wedding, my mom and dad got a call from Brian’s mom. MacGyver was unresponsive and wouldn’t or couldn’t get up. My parents went over to the house to find a blind, deaf, dying dog. Chris decided it was time to put him to sleep.

My mom went to the vet with Chris. The two held hands and cried together as they said their final goodbyes. When the veterinarian came into the room, Chris apologized for the tears. She explained that she was overly emotional because they had bought MacGyver for her youngest son when he was little so he would have a friend until he made some new ones. She also chalked it up to mixed emotions as it was the same son’s wedding day.

The Vet responded, “Well… I guess MacGyver did his job.”

I wish I had a picture of the dog, but I wanted to share a simple story to simultaneously remember MacGyver and celebrate the newlyweds, as well as remind myself that sometimes just being a friend can change someone’s life.

Last weekend, The Art of Revolution covered the National Mall with one million hand-made bones as a “visible petition against ongoing genocide and mass atrocities in Sudan, South Sudan, the Democratic Republic of Congo, Burma, Somalia, and Syria.”
The bones, made of various materials ranging from paper maché to clay, were made over the past 3 years by students, educators, artists, and activists from 30 countries.
http://www.onemillionbones.org/

Last weekend, The Art of Revolution covered the National Mall with one million hand-made bones as a “visible petition against ongoing genocide and mass atrocities in Sudan, South Sudan, the Democratic Republic of Congo, Burma, Somalia, and Syria.”

The bones, made of various materials ranging from paper maché to clay, were made over the past 3 years by students, educators, artists, and activists from 30 countries.

http://www.onemillionbones.org/

Here’s a 14 and 7 year old who are better at things than we are.

destroy the box. 

destroy the box.