Port-Wine Stains. That's the word the doctors use to call my birth mark. It has some other types, but I'm 100% sure this one is mine. Okay, this is not a disease. It's not contagious. It's not genetic. (I remembered one of my classmate in junior high once said,"Oh, you must find a husband with dominant genes, so that IT would not be inherited to your children." WTH. I already knew it wasn't genetic at that time, but I chose not to give any responses.)
I don't know why I ended up browsing those things since morning. I guess it started on last Saturday. My Mom saw this three things about doctor, lasers and birth marks at newspapers ad. She said to me, "If you want to be cured, you should keep praying and keep in faith." It kind of struck me. Yeah, I actually had done and am still having some laser treatment at the moment, but I haven't been praying for it since a loooooooooooooooooong looooooooooooong loooooooooong time ago.
MOST of the time, I even forget that I have the birth mark. It's right there on my face, but I don't see it on the mirror. I'm not in the attempt to pretend not to see it. The fact is it's just a part of me that I don't realize 'normal' people don't have one. So it was like,"Oh ya I am 'different'. Thanks for reminding."
My Mom sayings made me think what I exactly want to do with it. I don't really mind living with it, but I don't mind having it 'cured' either. I wasn't sure which one I wanted. And still, I'm not sure until now.
When going to church at Saturday night, I prayed about this thing. I asked to be given a guidance what to do, because I really didn't know what to do. I didn't know what I want. It is okay, no big deal. And yeah, DUEEENGG this morning I found this site. CLICK HERE. AND HERE. AND HERE ALSO. It struck. It touched. And yet, I'm still not sure what to do. Haha. I guess I'm still in the process and thank God for the way to finding those people being inspirations. I wonder if I can become one too.
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