
My right hand has been broken more than 14 times, you can see how it swells out slightly. My index finger and pinky finger on it have each been broken a time or two. My left hand has only been broken twice. My left ring finger has been broken twice. The first time I had to get my wedding band cutoff my finger, after that I stopped wearing rings for many years. And my thumb in a motorcycle accident. I have many scars from cuts and burns, from working on cars, getting into a fight with a knife wielding perp when working security. I had my left thumbnail ripped out when my hand slipped while working on a car with the engine running.

My left thumb doesn't bend all the way anymore, and my left index finger sometimes decides to not bend at all unless I make it. I have callouses from working on cars, guns and doing carpentry and other general things. Some mornings my arthritis is so bad I can't even open my hands and they are like claws at the ends of my arms useful only for swinging around until I can get them to function. My hands tell a story about me. About the life I've lead. there are a few things I wish hadn't happened, but I doubt I'd be the person I am today if they hadn't.
So, show me your hands. If you have a blog, you can post a pic or to on your blog, or you can send them to me with a little history. Maybe we can make a game out of it and identify the blogger by their hands. If you don't have a blog you can send me your pics with a little paragraph or two about your hands. and I'll post them here on the blog.
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