When I was 16, I was involved in a house fire. This left me with injuries, including scars all over my body. I was in a very bad place for a very long time and I eventually became a recluse. After a year or two, I started to become depressed and I knew it was because I was avoiding people and friendships. As difficult as it was for me, I forced myself to go out and make friends. I thought I would be rejected because of my scars and scary appearance, but I was wrong. I have made some amazing friends and I now view my scars as “battle scars” and this is what makes me unique. I now know that there is a lot of kindness out there, by the only catch is you have to go looking for it. Once you find it, you will realize how contagious kindness really is!