My Housefire Scar
When I was 19 I had an operation on my leg to remove a piece of bone about the size and shape of an egg from behind my knee. The surgeon sliced my calf in half from the back of my knee to halfway down my leg. He did a great job of stitching it up using dissolvable stiches. However after a couple of days my leg started to reject the stiches and the almost invisible scar became a bloody infected mess. When totally healed the resulting (foot long) scar looks like a watermeloning shark bite!

So after this I start uni late, and in order to make friends I use my lightening fast wit. Whenever asked about the angry scar on my leg I would launch into the story of when I was passing a house in a council estate which was on fire. And that when I heard the screams of kids from inside I dashed in, grabbed them and jumped out the front door, only to be hit on the back of the leg by a falling beam...like in the movies you know. Obvious bullshit - and most people realised this. Some didn't however, and I would take great pleasure in pointing out how foolish they were being.

Fastforward 10 years to the wedding of one of my best friends. A girl I had hung around with all through uni. Imagine my embarrassment when she told everyone that one of the reasons she initially made friends with me was because I had saved kids from a fire once, that I was a REAL hero - not like the movies and to "go on Bigfella, show them where the beam hit you".

I took her to one side, admitted the truth.

She was not amused...

Apologies for the usual.
(Thebigfella, Fri 4 Feb 2005, 16:08, Reply)