Grotesque | Christie Fordham

This past weekend I visited my two brothers in St. George. I don't get to see them often because of many conflicting schedules. We were all having a discussion and the topic of, my brother, Trevor's leg. A few weeks earlier he had burnt his leg while at work. He caught the burn as he watched his skin melt from his leg. He was lucky that his pants didn't melt to his skin. I had forgotten all about this and really didn't realize what they were talking about it until Trevor lifted up his pant leg to reveal this horrible wound.

This burn was about the size of a softball. It had already scabbed over so it wasn't too horrible to look at. I walked over to him and started to inspect his wound. It had bubbled over and started to heal itself. I didn't think it was too bad until he showed me the picture of the burn before it started to heal. The difference between the wounds was almost unbelieveable. The only way I could tell that it was the same thing is because the his leg looked. It was hard for me to realize that the same thing and energy that is so useful for us such as a stove or curling iron could so something so horrible to Trevor's skin. I have been burned many times, nothing serious though. To see this huge blemish on my brothers skin made me realize how thankful I was that I have never been seriously burned. Trevor and I came to the conclusion that we were lucky nothing too incredibly bad happened to him.