Hands Project - John
I use my hands every day at work, at home, and at play.
I have used my hands to hold my children when they were born, o hold them tight when they were sad and to gently encourage them to try new things that might seem scary at the time, like riding a bike or learning to swim.
Every day that my wife and I have been together for the past twenty five years, my hands have held hers. In times of happiness and sorrow, pain and joy, sickness and health, that connection has strengthened and bound our relationship and the love we have for each other.
At work, my hands and fingers have been hit with hammers, cut with knives, shot with nails, and pierced with slivers. Bones have been broken and shattered, finger nails have been lost, scars and calluses have left their marks. But homes have been but, service has been rendered and hopefully lives have been made easier or better.
In the not too distant future my hands will be privileged to hold my first grand child, the son of my oldest daughter. Give my youngest daughters hand in marriage to a wonderful young man, and pin the Eagle Scout award on my son's chest.
What do I think of my hands? I think my hands have been blessed beyond measure for the things they have been able to touch, feel, hold and do.
I hope that my hands will have many more opprtunities to experience the wonders and sensations that come through touch, in the years to come.
John Flinders, born 1962