I was just sitting on the bench. I was minding my own business. It’s not my fault that … look, when other people make decisions, are you responsible for what they’ve decided to do? No. You’re only responsible for yourself. For your own reaction. That’s what my therapist keeps reminding me. And it’ll heal, anyway, it’s not like it was a death sentence. Sure there might be a scar, but scars are signs of strength. They show what you’ve been through, they keep you honest. At least that’s what my therapist keeps telling me.