Three Scars - J.D. Cutler and Michael Angel
Scars can be markers. Markers of various kinds of sins that go before a fall. Let me tell you about three of my markers.
Pride left the first mark.
Envy the next.
Vanity the deepest one.
In the process of getting those scars, I’d tasted failure. I’d eaten crow. Between the two, I’d take the crow, which at least tastes like chicken.
I can’t say that I mind.