Coop posts up words of wisdom.
Stronger? Luckier is more like it.
Note the scar juuuust to the left of the big fat vein on the back of my right hand. That could have been a real bleeder. There was plumbing, a very long machine screw and a pair of pliers involved in acquiring this scar. I don't recall exactly how I managed to lay open the back of my hand, but I missed the vein by that much.
Instead of a trip to the doc in the box for sutures, triage was nothing more than a wad of paper towels.
There's a story behind every scar.
I showed you mine, show me yours. ;)