

I was trying to move a bookshelf with the questionable help of a 15-year-old.
He let go (he was at the top) without warning while I was still about 4 steps from the ground floor.
I’m sub 120, so this thing just launched me like a pinball down the stairs and into the living room. The scar came from losing my grip on the shelf as it launched me backwards. It ran straight across my wrist and left a wide, shallow scar that looks like the bad thoughts finally won.
I landed on my feet like a cat. Every time I wear short sleeves people look at it just a little too long, but no one has ever asked.
I would like to having healing powers of some kind.