Suffering Qualifies Us to Serve

I show her my scar.
I've earned my stripes.
As a child, a friend and a patient.
How is it that suffering most qualifies us for service?

"Oh! I didn't know. You too?"
"You're okay?"

Groundless hope.
We're all better off, but in different ways.
One needs another op.
The other needs follow up treatment.
There is no Plan B, so hope Plan A works.
First things first.

"What's the point?"
"You'll have to choose the point for yourself."
"Do it for the grandkids you don't have yet!"

Each story is different.
Write your own.
It's an exercise in ad lib, but that keeps things interesting.

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