Scars...

I have many people I admire from afar who are doing what I would love to do. One of my favorites is Tina Fey. She is a writer, a humorous one at that. I thought it was the greatest thing to see her become the first woman to head the SNL writing team. It was even better to see her foray into the movies with Mean Girls as she wrote the screenplay. As a political junkie, she recently cracked me up with her impersonations of Sarah Palin. She was so dead-on that it was hilarious to watch.

Because of my admiration, stories about her usually catch my attention. One recent story of Tina Fey touched me. I had always wondered about the scar on her face, but never paid too much attention as I was usually cracking up with her humor. In a recent interview, her husband revealed the scar’s origins.

I found this fascinating because her scar is there for all the world to see. Many people have scars that are internal which we will never see but are there under the surface. Like hers, the scar eventually heals but it is sometimes present.

It’s the scars that people don’t see that shape us into the people we are today. If you could see into the inner depths of a person and if the internal scars were visible, you would see a picture that would be one-of-a-kind. From the million little scars to the big ones that are penetrating and deep. It would be like walking through a museum with each person an artistic rendering because of their scars.

Scars to me mean survival and healing. Each one – whether we can see it or not – represents a time and a place, a story. Sometimes we tell these stories because we have scars on the outside such as hers. Other times we don’t because we are the only ones who know our story and our scars are not easily noticeable. For all the times Tina Fey has made me laugh, today she made me think much deeper about my scars – both external and internal.