The longer you live, the more punches you take.
The longer you live, the more scars you have.
This is true for everyone.
And yet, why is it that for some people those scars mark the end -- "fool me once ..."
And for others, when they tell the stories behind those scars, they do it with a smile?
How do we become the kinds of people who can smile ... no matter what?
How do we forgive?