" I Remember "

What a marvelous creation. 
Just look at it there in front of you. It is at your beckon call. 
Performing your every whim. Recording your most private thoughts. 
Drawing colorful pictures. 

Writing a resume.
Getting a virus.  
Allowing you to reach out and touch someone. Or, reach out and hurt someone. 
When it’s working, it makes life great. 
If it quits working, it will change your life forever. 

Indulge me a few more thoughts. As those closest to me can attest, I used to speak of it's wonder while staring at it intently. I still do but with longing for the good ole’ days. How strong it was; yet, gentle. How tough; yet, sensitive. How it would fiercely defend me one moment and softly finesse my guitar strings the next. Sensing hot, cold, and touch. 

Now you’re getting the picture. 

Before the accident, I would sit and marvel at my hands. I would often joke that, compared to a hand or even a finger, all of mankind's inventions are folly. Take a look yours. Move your fingers around. Make a tight fist; softly rub your brow. What can compare with this marvelous little package? A computer? Not even close!  Only God himself could have created something of such wonder. 

With every day now, my fingers curl more and more into themselves.  Hot and cold sensation are distant memories. Only the sense of an invisible, thick glove remains. Long gone are holding, turning, moving, scratching, rubbing, shaking...caressing. How I already ache at the prospect of not being able to feel the caressing of my soon to arrive child's head.

Grab a pen. Write something. Do it for yourself.  Do it for me. I no longer can. But I remember when I could.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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