tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120286812009-09-26T03:54:41.220-07:00or How I Got My ScarsTerry Groffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00952507302396727340terry@mufontx.orgBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12028681.post-1114392708364428102005-04-24T18:23:00.000-07:002005-04-24T18:31:48.366-07:00

I remember now that I have a small scar on my right pinky finger. I suffered this atrocity in 1973 at the hands of a less-than-sturdy drinking glass that I was washing. It simply broke as I was running the sponge around the inside and made about an inch gash in my finger. I tried to band-aid it but the band-aid didn't suffice so I went for stitches.Being a poor musician I had to go to the

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In 1978 I was in South Dallas when this black man got me down and sliced open my chest from my sternum to just under my armpit.Why on Earth would anyone want to do that to another human being?Well, I'll tell you why. It was to save my life.Days earlier I woke up gasping for air. I couldn't breath. I had never felt congestion like that before. I didn't feel feverish or achy. I didn't have a sore

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In the late winter of '77 my friend Johnny Langford and I decided to leave Loon Lake, WA.. and thumb our way back south, he to Oklahoma and me to Texas. We actually made fairly good time despite the fact that we were scraggly hippies and Johnny wore a patch over the eye he lost when he was 9.We had several interesting events but the theme is scars, right?We had made it to, and through,

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I was in the middle of doing something that I hate doing... cleaning my room. I guess that's why no one believed me when I doubled over in pain. They figured I was faking just to get out of the task at hand. I wasn't faking.Chubby Checker had just released "The Twist" about two weeks before and some believe that is what aggravated my appendix to become inflamed. My twisting days were over.My

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My sister Vickie and I disagree about this event. Not that it happened but why it happened. We were playing mumbledee peg and somehow a knife ended up in my foot after my sister threw it. She was standing about 20 ft. away and she says I told her she couldn't throw it that far. I certainly didn't intend that she throw it at my foot but... she did.

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When I was five, my brother hit me in the head with a baseball bat. It was my fault. I wanted to be "hind-catcher" even after Luckee told me not to. Every Tulsa boy played baseball so I wanted to as well. Bless his heart. Luckee didn't know I was there. Fortunately it was a glancing blow but to a five year old it was the end of the world.Between the blood, sweat and the tears I ran towards home

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My mom tells me that I saw a whale when I was a year old. I think it was in Elliot Bay or Pugett Sound but I'm not sure. Funny, I don't remember. I do remember cutting myself on the left thigh with a razorblade though. Mom says I told her a fly bit me. Why I told her that I don't know. It must have been just associating the cut with the fly that landed on my leg shortly after the incident. I

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April 11, 1983 - March 12, 2002Callie was my constant companion for 19 years. Born on my brother's birthday, she lived in the same house her entire life. When I first saw that little kitten with no tail, I knew there was something special about her. I almost regret having her neutered as she was never able to pass on those sweet characteristics. She would always be there to greet me when I came

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