Props every scarred heart
On his own
[Story behind: My grandfather has had a straight leg since the age of 11 because during the war he suffered from blood poisoning after pricking his finger on a thorn (random). There was not enough penicillin in England to give him in time. I heard a touching story about how this excluded him from playing sports with the other students at his school so he was given a rake, some pruners, and told to care for the gardens while everyone else played football. He also later suffered from a scarred heart after a dodgy surgeon made a hash of a surgery following a heart attack. (After he woke up from this surgery my dad [a sensitive man] was feeling faint from watching and my grandad lifted up his oxygen mask with quivering hands and gasped, ‘Go home Hugh’. This typifies the kind of man he is.) Despite all this hardship he had a very successful career as a psychiatrist and remains probably the most kind, thoughtful man on this planet. So with such a poetic story it felt right while playing with words to put some together for the pillar man: Dr. Stephen Sebag-Montefiore.