For many of us, childhood memories are stitched together by tiny, seemingly meaningless details—the creak of a floorboard, the smell of a grandmother’s kitchen, or the sight of a curious mark on a parent’s arm. For decades, millions of children noticed the same mysterious mark on the upper arms of adults: a circular scar, ringed with small indents around a slightly depressed center. So common it became almost invisible, it was a quiet signature shared by a generation that had survived a deadly threat.
I remember the first time I truly saw it on my mother. To my young eyes, it looked like a tiny silver coin pressed into her skin and left there forever. When I asked about it, I received a casual medical explanation I barely registered. Years later, the memory resurfaced on a train, as I steadied an elderly woman and saw the same ring-like scar on her bicep. It clicked: these were smallpox vaccine scars.
Smallpox was no ordinary disease. It was a scourge that stalked humanity for thousands of years, leaving agonizing fevers, body aches, and a distinctive, pustule-covered rash. Those who survived were often left scarred for life—or blinded. In the 20th century alone, smallpox claimed 300 to 500 million lives, with a mortality rate around 30%. It recognized no borders, spared no one, and demanded a global response.
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