I was speaking with a friend about how we are the sum of all that we have experienced up to that moment. All the battles we have fought and won and lost have forged us into the persons we are today. I started to reflect on my own scars. Physical marks of trauma. I bear scars from a nasty attack of the chickenpox and dreadful acne when I was a teenager. I have a scar on my left arm from when I burned myself with an iron. I bear a scar from birthing my children and a scar from my numerous back surgeries. There are more. And then there are the scars on the heart. Interior battles. The human heart appears to be able to withstand an incredible amount of suffering and ache. More than you could ever think possible. The pain that has passed somehow gives us the strength to bear new wounds. Hopefully with more grace and patience than before.