In 1959, at a boy scout meeting I got hit in the forehead by a swing. My mom rushed me to the hospital, and they put in a dozen stitches. It took over 50 years, but the scar is no longer visible. I still have one on my left hand I incurred at 13 years of age when I crashed my FlexiFlyer. It is still visible, but it was a very nasty tear that wasn't treated properly. It wasn't on my face so my mom just cleaned it with hydrogen peroxide and wrapped it with a butterfly bandage.
Our Country Club community has been living with an untreated wound for over six years. Hundreds of homeowners were involved in a massive pileup, and some had life-threatening wounds. A few didn't survive.
The doctors and the patients couldn't agree on a treatment plan, so the wound festered. Just this week the doctors brought in a team of cosmetic surgeons to remodel the wounded area. It will be a long and difficult operation. I am sure when the procedure is complete, the repaired neighborhood will look very good. Not like new, because that is impossible. Not like before, because that is only a dream.
Will there still be scars? Only in the minds of some people who have lived here for decades and remember what it looked like before the car wreck. Old skin always looks different than the new skin, and the stitch marks will be around for awhile as the community heals.
Will the patient be able to return to normal activities? Yes, they say we will see a new, healthy and active neighborhood. It will be different, but still fun and attractive. It's called gentrification. It is a normal and healthy life-cycle for older neighborhoods. The older homes will be attractive to young couples looking for a less expensive starter home. The newer homes will be attractive to growing families with plans for a lifetime.
Time, they say, heals all wounds.
I have lived long enough to see the truth in that. But some wounds are not cosmetic, not something that is easy to see, and much more difficult to treat properly. War veterans know what I am alluding to. The Country Club neighborhood is made up of all different kinds of veterans of the War On Escondido. Some like to talk about it, some don't.
Now that peace has been declared, and the rebuilding has begun, it is good that many of the oldest and most experienced vets will get some benefits to help them recover. And everyone will be comforted to know there will be no more insecurity, no more lawyers and courtrooms, no more threats of lawsuits. There is some grass on the other side of the hill.
But the memories linger. Sometimes it hurts to look at what was for many years our perfect little corner of paradise. To see the golf carts zooming around the streets, to smell the fresh cut grass, and to swing by the clubhouse for a beer before going home for dinner.
Like any conflict, there will always be remnants of the past to remind us of those times, but for the next generation, it will be all too easy to forget.
What Happened to Our Community?
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