Happy Birthday, scar!

June 4th, 2009. The day I saw the inside of my leg. I can't believe 1 year has passed already since this pivotal occurence. The scar has healed quite well, although it still turns bright purple when I'm riding, and it develops a terrible itch at times. I'm reminded of a part of Ricky Bobby's prayer for grandpa Chip, in which he asks for a blessing to "heal him and his horrible leg. It smells terrible and the dogs are always botherin' with it." Maybe that's why I don't have a dog. Well, one of the reasons . . . . .