The story of my scar on my forehead was from an incident in my childhood that started as a harmless fun fight, (that's how I saw it at the time). Anyway, the fun fight was between my older brother and myself, he was 10 years old and I was 6. Looking back at it now I really regret making the mistake of fighting someone older and stronger than me. During the fun fight, my brother threw me off the sofa and I landed head first into the carpet. All I can remember from that moment when I hit my head, is that it hurt badly and that I cried so much that I passed out! I used to look in the mirror every day and hate my scar on my forehead but since adulthood, I just accept it as mark like a tattoo.
The story on my 2nd scar on my face, under my left eye was by far the most horrible scary moment of my life. I will forever be haunted by that night in February 2015, in a caravan in Haggerston castle that taught me not to trust the wrong people! Anyway, the origins of my 2nd scar all stared off by trusting the wrong person!
One night he attacked me by striking me with a mobile phone that hit me so hard it caused a heavy cut under my left eye, it also dented my nose and at the same time I was bleeding heavily like hell.
Looking back to it now, there are many things I should've done to avoid it. I do look back and see myself as a spoilt, naïve, blind boy who got what he got coming to him. I put it down to bad ‘karma’. It was a wake up call because I nearly lost my left eye that I am so lucky too have in this day and age. Since that incident I have always walked away from confrontation and arguments because I look at myself and say: you know what I just too weak to confront any dangerous human being, So just be wise and walk away. To me I feel a lot better mentally and healthier, even today :)