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From the dirt roads of South Carolina, Markus Cuttino excelled through the ranks of the U.S. Army and landed his way through the doors of corporate America as a software engineer. In Permanent Scars, you'll read how his fearless and wise tactics on life decisions displayed externally demonstrate how you can
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Permanent Scars - Markus K Cuttino
Permanent Scars
Markus Cuttino
Permanent Scars
Copyright © 2022 by Markus Cuttino
Printed in the United States of America
All rights reserved. No parts of the book can be reproduced in any form without the written permission from the author. To request permission, contact Cuttino’s Clubhouse at www.cuttinosclubhouse.com.
Published by Cuttino’s Clubhouse
Produced by Create and Blossom Studios
www.createandblossomstudios.com
ISBN hardcover 979-8-9871605-0-3
ISBN e-book 979-8-9871605-1-0
First Edition, December 2022
CONTENTS
DEDICATION
INTRODUCTION: JOURNAL
CHAPTER 1
MAY 18, 1995 GEORGETOWN MEMORIAL HOSPITAL, SOUTH CAROLINA
CHAPTER 2
T IS FOR TRAUMATIZED
CHAPTER 3
THE GOOD THE BAD AND THE UGLY
CHAPTER 4
TEENAGE FEVER
CHAPTER 5
DEAR MAMA
CHAPTER 6
ME VS ME
CHAPTER 7
EMOTIONAL ROLLERCOASTER
CHAPTER 8
HIDDEN TEARS
CHAPTER 9
APPLE OF MY EYE
CHAPTER 10
GIA
CHAPTER 11
NOTE TO SELF
CHAPTER 12
WHAT IT MEANS TO BE KING
dedication
To my father (Rodriquez Cedric Collins), my grandfather (Joe Edward Cuttino), and to my great-grandparents (Joe Nathan Cuttino & Bernice Cuttino). May you all rest in peace, love.
Introduction: Journal
S
car noun: a mark remaining (as on the skin) after injured tissue has healed. – Merriam-Webster Dictionary
What do permanent scars mean to me? Permanent scars entail those challenging, tough, and even traumatic events that I label life-changing forever. Let's set the record straight and make it known that, unfortunately, permanent scars don't ride the coattail of a specific group of people, race, religion, or gender, but it's for everyone. It's not just a simple scratch on the surface of your skin, a long day at work, or even failing a college exam. It's not even the oh shit
moments or the it's not one thing, it's another thing
moments. Those are challenging too, but I'm talking about the events that make you wonder how you would overcome them and move on. I'm talking about the dark head spaces filled with tears while you feel like you are fighting demons and want everything to be over. You want these moments to be erased. The events where you nearly or did lose everything, being stuck with having to figure out how to get back up and fight again, that left you traumatized and permanently scarred and is just too much to bear or revisit mentally. Why me? Why me?
is all you can continue to ask yourself. If they knew, right?
Permanent scars are called life, and even though this may sound crazy during challenging seasons of your life, it very much so is what you make it. Permanent Scars is my memoir that's told through my lens with various permanent scars that changed my life. It includes the good, the bad, and the ugly. First, we must know that these scars are traumatic events that affect us and are here to stay. Often, they are the cause and effect of our character and who we become due to things we have engaged in or been through. I've learned to channel these events and face my problems head-on through therapy, love, my go-to, reading, and meditation. So, before joining me on my memoir journey, take a second to ask yourself, what brings you happiness and mental peace? What makes your heart truly melt and overflow with joy? Now that you have those answers, Let's begin.
What will you do with your pain? Will you let it break or redefine you?
– Eric Thomas.
CHAPTER
1
May 18, 1995 Georgetown Memorial Hospital,
South Carolina
D
ear someone who may read this one day over a glass of your favorite chilled drink with two ice cubes to be exact and your favorite cigar. Well, maybe that’s not you, but that's what I'm doing as I write these words in my new favorite notebook. Have you ever thought about the days when life seemed easier than others? When you were overwhelmed with joy versus the time in your life when everything looked as if you're locked in a permanent seat of an emotional roller coaster? It may feel like life is bound to self-destruct at any given day now. I, for one, do miss the times we often referred to as the good ole days
when I was a kid. I had no responsibilities whatsoever. What’s stress? Most importantly, I didn’t need a job. Being a child with my favorite piece of candy at my elementary school, my favorite bicycle my parents got me for my birthday—the one with a red bow on the front of it—was everything. I remember receiving invitations to friends’ birthday parties, because that's what we did as kids growing up in my day. We loved action figures, playing in the dirt for some odd reason, and the getting latest Game Cube or PlayStation system we begged Santa Clause for. Have you ever gone to the middle of the mall, sat on the neighborhood Santa Clause lap while your parents were taking pictures and your only concern was convincing Santa that you were a good child, and this was your enormous Christmas list and why you should receive everything listed?
Dear someone who may read this one day thinking at this very moment, Boy, have times changed,
what were your happy days like as a child? Can you remember them by any chance? These are the moments we sometimes wish we cherished just a little harder and a little while longer. Oh man, I remember the days of coming home and getting off the Browns Ferry Elementary school bus in Georgetown, South Carolina. The sweetest neighborhood bus driver happens to be my little brother's bus driver right now. Isn’t that something?
My grandmother knew the way to my heart after school was a nicely smothered peanut butter sandwich over Sunbeam King enriched bread, while I watched one of my two favorite cartoons—Rocket Power or Tom and Jerry. That’s right, those were my must haves with absolutely NO JELLY! Is anyone with me, or am I the only one who hates jelly? How long did it take us to realize that one of our favorite cartoons, Tom & Jerry, consisted of two characters who did not speak at all? Hopefully, this is not new to anyone, as I’m writing and laughing aloud. Take a minute to think about your after-school routine. What were your must-haves that you could just not wait to get home and get your hands on or perhaps get your eyes on? Maybe it was to get out of those school clothes, jump right into your play clothes, and scream Mom, I'm going over (insert your friends name) house!
while running out the front door. In today's time, 2022, do parents still separate school clothes from play clothes? I remember going outside to play hide-n-go-seek or jumping on my mongoose bicycle to ride around our little country hood. Some people may refer to it as the sticks, Route 4 Oatland, South Carolina. Now anyone from these areas know exactly what it looks like, double-wide trailers, for the most part, a few brick houses, the elder's farmland, and their tractor to include hog and pig pins, a few dogs roaming around, the top hustlers hanging out in the popular yards and one small candy store and the lady who makes your favorite Icey's. That's right, Smoothie King doesn't have anything on the hood candy store with the cup Icey. And yes, we do have to ride to the nearest town for gas, fast food, and Walmart. As far as you can remember, these specific happy-go-lucky moments you encountered growing up as a child may have crossed your mind. You wondered if this is what life is about, then living is quite easy. Suddenly, boom, those permanent scars we don't even realize at the time begin to strike here and there slowly but surely.
I remember it like it was yesterday. I used to hang out at my cousin's house. We’d run around in the yard tossing the football around because, of course, in every neighborhood like the one I come from, you were only trying to do one of two things. You dreamed of being a basketball or football star. Now, back to the story inside of a story. We were outside my cousin's house tossing the football around, and suddenly, a ton of black smoke began to cloud the sky. It looked like a big storm was on its way. The sky rapidly got dark. The smoke was gray and black and had the scent of something burning, and not the sweet-smothered BBQ smell of a freshly lit grill either. I wondered what was going on. We jumped on our bikes and followed the direction the smoke was coming from. It led us to a long dirt road with a burning double-wide trailer.
News spread fast in the hood, or everyone was just nosey, because people were coming out of nowhere. Suddenly, as I was coming to a halt staring down this dirt road, it hit me. The dark smoke was coming from my home, and it was burning it away to shambles. My grandparent's double-wide trailer was on fire. I sat on my bicycle, staring off into the days and watching the flames grow bigger and taller until the trailer was covered. The good thing was everyone was safe. There was no harm to anyone. Up until this day, I have no idea how the fire even started.
I believe the story goes like this. My aunt was in the kitchen cooking at the time, and a fire broke out. After writing this, I'll ask her whether she remembers this day. Maybe it was a permanent scar for her as well. I mean, she was involved in a fire that could have been life-threatening.
Honestly, as a kid, I'm not sure if I even thought about much at that very moment. We were, in fact, homeless. Despite my grandparents losing everything, I think my biggest concern was that all my clothes and favorite toys were gone. You know how in the movies, something tragic happens, and one person screams, Please, noooo!
That gave me a sense of hopelessness and, without a doubt, unknowingly at the time, my first permanent scar and that me wondering, Now what?
But as the good book says, life goes on.
To every child- I dream of a world where you can laugh, dance, sing, learn, live in peace and be happy"
– Malala Yousafzai.
CHAPTER
2
T is for Traumatized
W
ell, life in fact did go on. I guess that’s the funny thing about time. It doesn’t stop and start again, because you’re going through something and just need things to slow up a bit, while you gather yourself. So, life went on. I guess we weren’t technically homeless. In fact, we just went right across the street to my great-grandparent’s house (my grandad parents). Some would call it a blessing to still have all my grandparents alive and healthy, which in fact was very much so true. Living with my great grandparents for those three years was different. You know, elders tend to have their routine and that’s what they’re sticking to. They believe what they believe and the majority of the time what they say goes and there’s no changing their opinion on that. We adjusted, and I grew to like it.
There are two things I can distinctly remember about my great grandfather. He absolutely loved humming. I was young of course, so I couldn’t actually name the songs he was humming. But, if there was an award-winning category for humming, he would have won it. It was just so natural like humming was supposed to be his thing, man. I wish you could’ve heard it. I remember the sunny days when I’d sit outside with my grandfather—him wearing his straw-- hat while he’d hum away. He’d take out his pocketknife to peel and sharpen small tree branches. If you know, you know. And if not, maybe this was a deep country thing straight out of Route 4, South Carolina.
I can see my great-grandparents now in the old days during farming season. My great-grandfather jumps up on his tractor and turns the key. It took a couple of times, until it fires right up with a small burst of smoke from the muffler pipes. As my great-grandfather is plying the field to lay his corn, my great-grandmother is calling Markus
in her sweet little voice to come and help her pick her cabbage and peas. Have you ever had to shell peas and peel them after they’ve been picked? Boy it is time consuming, but as a seven-, eight-, and nine-year-old at the time, it was fun. Having a farm was just as big of a deal back then as it is today. I mean come to think of it, if there was ever a food shortage in the world it wouldn’t phase us at all. My great-grandmother kept her vegetable jars full. She grew pears, apples, blackberries and had a pecan tree out in the yard. My cousins and I would literally do one of two things; climb the trees and for some odd reason, act like we were up in the clouds overlooking everything. We would also just shake the trees until we had enough of the fruit we wanted to fell. We’d randomly eat from them throughout the day. Have you ever picked some blackberries and filled them in a Ziploc bag with some sugar on top? Now that’s what you call good eating. I highly recommended the sugar. We probably were obtaining too much at such an early age. I’m sure it was so unhealthy, but back then, I can hear my great-grandmother telling me now, What doesn’t kill you will only make you stronger.
Yup, you cannot change their opinions about a thing and so the unhealthy but oh so good treatment continued, and boy was I am happy camper living with them.
My great-grandfather loved Pepsi and coffee, like seriously it was dear to his heart. The original canned Pepsi filled the refrigerator and that’s all he would drink; that or coffee anytime, anywhere and at any given hour of the day, night or day. Personally, I don’t think drinking water was a thing back in the early 2000’s. I mean who wants to drink water when you can have a nice cold Pepsi with a napkin folded and wrapped around the cane clinching your thirst? I mean that’s what my great-grandfather did. He folded a napkin around the can he was drinking out of; I’m assuming because the can was so cold. Wait a second, was my great-grandfather low key on to something and trying to invent the bottle/can holders? He would leave me half a can or half cups of coffee to start. Eventually, I turned into a fiend as a child for some cold Pepsi and warm coffee. The temperature had to be right for me to drink the coffee. Nothing too hot that would burn my tongue, but warm enough where I could drink at my leisure.
Every night when my great-grandfather would go to take a shower, instead of walking down the hall he would slide down the hall. Okay, this maybe a little difficult to explain. Just imagine someone who doesn’t necessarily pick their feet up when they’re walking so, they’re sliding in a sense and making a very distinct sound with. It was the flooring. Back then we had some type of vinyl flooring that’s not even close to the fancy wood floors out today. The funny thing is he would only do this in his house slippers. I remember the first time I saw him in motion doing this movement. As he headed for the bathroom, he moved smoothly and in slow motion. I thought the noise was a bit much, but I would stare in disbelief thinking how on God’s green earth is he doing that? This seemed cool, and of course, as kids we think everything is cool and just must try it. So, there I went. When no one was looking, I tried to slide-walk in slow motion down the hall. Let’s just end it there by saying I could not figure out how he would walk like that for the life of me. Eventually, I gave up trying.
He took excessively long showers. It’s also like it was his peace of mind; what he needed. My great-grandmother would come down the hall arriving at the bathroom door calling him Moddy, Moddy are you okay in there?
And guess what? We cannot forget the hum because if she heard that she knew he was doing just fine.
My grandparents and great-grandmother only disliked the fact that on Monday nights, my excuse for staying up late on a school night was to watch WWE RAW wrestling with my great-grandfather. I mean the show back then literally aired live at 8PM eastern and lasted for three hours. I remember the episode when the Undertaker was coming back from the dead. I was not missing this episode for nothing. I was watching the Undertaker on television as he entered the arena in his smoked out black Harley Davidson wearing his long leather black trench coat with his black cowboy hat. The look on his face that streamed dead man walking with the Undertaker anthem theme song playing in the background. I was a huge fan.
Fast forward to today. I’m not sure If I could tell you if the show still airs. Man, oh Man those were the days. A little bit of Undertaker, Kane, John Cena, Goldberg, Shawn Michael, Triple X, and Rick Flair. Rey Mysterio was my favorite one jumping off the top ropes. You absolutely could not tell me that this was not the real action taken place in that ring.
While all this was happening, my grandparents