By Nancy Kennedy, Faith Columnist
All this past week I’ve been talking to people with scars for a series of stories that I wrote for the newspaper where I work.
I got the idea from a photographer I heard on the radio, talking about a series of photos he had done of people’s scars.
He said that every scar tells a story.
When I was 9, I bent down to say “hi” to Sam Lang’s Basset hound and it jumped up and bit my face, tearing a hole from the right edge of my lip to my chin.