A scar

I remembered playing football along the corridor with my bro and neighbour. I cant remember who lost control of it and it went down. There was construction work going on then and below laid reinforcement steel for laying the footpaths. Immediately i rushed down to find the ball with my bro, i had this urgent need to get it back cos the ball didnt belong to me. However, the ball was already gone. I approached one of the workers and asked. Then i was 9.

Me: Did u see a ball lying ard?

Worker: Yes. Someone took it and went across the road.

(I looked in front moved a step forward and kicked a reinforcement steel bar.)

Worker: Boy are u alright?

Me: Yes alright.

my bro: Gor, u ok?

Me: Why? Lets go.

(So the steel bar pierced the flesh of my foot. It was so sharp and instant that i didnt realise it. To add on, it was disappointment of not getting the ball back that made me turned back, not the wound.)

(My lift at my previous place was a slow one and it made me panick cos the blood juz keep oozing like its a tap opened at its max.)

Me: Bong, help me cover the wound.

(My bro was stunned. And very soon the whole lift had my blood all over)


I had got 4 stitches for that. Its on my left foot. I shall nv forget that. Perhaps its also why i m taking up structural analysis and steel design -- the rust that was once flowing in my blood.

Now i understand. The scar that was created that very day, was not only a scar..