I remember a teacher early in school explaining that humans are very different from most animals in the world, because we have an apposing digit on our hands called the thumb. We are able to catch and grasp things because of that.
I have caught myself looking at my hands a lot lately and I do not know why; they amaze me. I am fortunate with no rheumatism or arthritis to limit their use. I even want to learn to juggle 3 balls over the winter if I can, I bought three tennis balls to learn with. So far I can do two. LOL
Many folk have talents that involve their hands. Skilled painters, sculptures, writers, musicians (especially the pianist) can manipulate instruments and tools to thrill and amaze the rest of us. Others like mama in days gone by could do wonders with a needle and thread. She was just as good on a sewing machine. she could hem a dress, shirt or pants and you could never see the stitch on the ‘show side’.
Dad could fashion dynamite and place it perfectly when digging a well, basement or moving stumps. Over the years mom and dad’s hands began to show age. It didn’t seem to bother them, the same work was done, and later in life my mama took to doing flower arrangements, she knew just where to put what colors to make the arrangement fit the occasion.
I see my hands now, they have the age spots, the wrinkles, bumps and cracks. They never did accomplish the beautiful paintings I wanted them to, I tried, but not hard enough. I just knew the talent was in there, I tried pencil, charcoal, oil and acrylic but never had the patience needed to produce the ‘Real Work Of Art’. So my hands found what they could do, hold a hammer and nail and I found satisfaction.
So we all may not be a Rembrandt, but the good Lord has given us the tools to produce and labor in this life. To find that small niche in which we know satisfaction.
I have known ladies who said I don’t have a talent, but could cook without a recipe, measuring spoons or cups. Season with a pinch of this and a tad of that.
Tonight, I am thankful for my hands. (I think I am beginning to sound like MA, but I guess that ain’t bad)
You must be yourself, everybody else is taken.
I really did like this car, the 1957 Rambler