500 Words On The Importance Of Hands

500 Words On The Importance Of Hands

Really, it's a metaphor for life.

A baby grips its father’s single, pointer finger. A mother gently cradles its head. From soft back rubs lulling you to sleep, to a light caress on a cheek from a lover. From a first, hesitant holding of hands to a familiar interlocking of fingers.

Life is made up of hands. Hands that hold and fingers that feed, even palms that slap and fists that punch.

On a cold January morning, I woke with a jump. Eyes wide and eyebrows raised, I bounced out of bed, a toothless smile plastered on my face. It was my birthday. It was not only my birthday, it was my fifth birthday. My little feet picked up their pace as I bounded down the stairs. I collided into my mother who proceeded to hug and kiss me, and then sing a horrible rendition of “Happy Birthday.”

Outside was my father. He was working on one of his many family projects that would end up uncompleted in a haphazard tangle of bolts and screws and wood in the backyard. His hands were always calloused from his work. I dashed outside as fast as my small legs would carry me. He turned quickly at the sound of my footsteps, a smile overcoming his face as he crouched down to one knee. His arms were open and warm as I leapt into them and he swung me around.

“Happy birthday!” He said, enthusiastically. I could feel his big, stubby fingers combing through my hair.

Then he held up a hand, a hand much larger than my own, and counted the five digits on it. “Jamie, you’re a whole hand!”

And on my tenth birthday, I was two hands. On my fifteenth, I was three—or, two hands and a foot. All of my life has been the counting of fingers and hands as I grow older each year.

It is human nature to fear the future, as people fear death and the dark. We all fear the unknown-- we fear what we do not know or understand. But there is nothing scary about hands. We know hands. Hands are what brought us into this world, into the open arms of doctors and nurses. Hands are what we will leave with, a loved one’s gentle grip on a motionless hand. Each year of my life is just another finger added-- each finger shows experience, each hand shows wisdom.

In the end, we all grow up and we all grow old. Not everything ends up the way it is supposed to or the way people plan. Sometimes things go wrong and there is nothing to be done about it. However, you can choose how you react to it. Circumstances may change and life can become convoluted, but what counts is not what happens to you—it is what you do about it. Each person can decide how good or bad each finger turns out to be. Each person can determine the outcome of his or her own life-- if they decide to.

I have decided to let my hands wrinkle with my experience and to let them become calloused with my hard work. I have decided to look at my life without fear.

After all, life is only a bunch of hands—and what is so scary about that?

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When everyone else in the world is doubting you, you'll always have your little sidekick who hasn't got a doubt in the world that you can do it. You are her cool aunt, and you are perfect and she loves you more than anything in the world.

3. She'll tell you if your dress doesn't match your shoes.

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Merry Christmas To My Angel In Heaven

"And I wish you were here, and I wonder." ~Scotty McCreary


As I think about the holidays, my mind forces itself to think about my grandpa. In June 2015 my grandpa passed away, becoming my angel.

I find myself thinking about him more and more each holiday season. This year I found myself thinking about him since November. There is a song by Scotty McCreary that I think of in particular when I think of my grandpa called "Christmas in Heaven."

The lyrics in this song make me think about what Christmas in Heaven would be like. Is my grandfather a part of the beautiful scene that makes Christmas what it is? "Are you singing with angels Silent Night? … Are you part of that glorious Holy Night?"

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To my angel in heaven,

I love you so much. I miss you every single day. I wish you were here with me to celebrate Christmas like we used to.

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I am going to Italy right after Christmas, and I get to go into the Vatican City. I am sure that is a place you had hoped to go one day. Maybe you're there now to be with the Pope.

I will say a prayer for you while I am there.

I am trying to make you proud with all that I do. Make sure you come around to let all of us know you're there every once in a while. I know you are with Grandma always! She misses you so much more than the rest of us.

I hope I am making you proud. I hope you look at your friends up in Heaven and say "That's my granddaughter."

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Each Veteran's Day I think about you and just how much I miss you. I also think about how lucky I am to have had you as my grandpa. You were the best grandpa I could have ever asked for.

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It makes me feel so proud to be your granddaughter. I miss you so much Grandpa, and I hope that you are just as proud to be my grandpa as I am to be your granddaughter.

Merry Christmas, Grandpa. I love you so, so, so much, and I miss you every day.

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Your Emma Leigh

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