[ WP ] You live in a world where each lie creates a scar on the liar 's body . The bigger the lie , the deeper and larger the mark . One day , you meet someone that only has one scar ; it is the biggest one you have ever seen .

The young man stumbled, only slightly at first, but then tumbled forward with the pitch of a dying great father. 
 
 I and the other shoppers dropped everything and rushed to him. We did n't know why. It was n't even adrenaline or biological automation. The need to be there for him was overwhelming everything else in our lives. 
 
 I got to him first and rolled him over. His eyes already glossing, and his breath tore through his throat. The scar barely peeked out from his buttoned collar. I had to know how deep it went! My eyes flew over his face and hands so completely free of the million little scars the rest of us earned a little at a time every day. 
 
 `` Emergency! CALL THE PARAMEDICS!!!'' I screamed, beginning to panic. 
 
 But the young man shook his long bangs,'No.' 
 
 Anger pressed the backs of my eyes, and I had to know the cruelty that fate was making all of us who circled like needy vultures, know. 
 
 I grabbed the front of his shirt and roughly tore it open. Buttons flying like bullets at a range to show a five lobed scar reaching from his neck to his navel and centered on his heart. 
 
 `` I told her it would be okay.'' He rattled weakly, and not one of the assembled took in breath.
