So Wednesday, I sliced my left thumb to the bone along the side…. 1.5 inches of slice, on a piece of very sharp metal. To the bone. A fairly bad cut, actually.
I wrapped it in a paper towel and a bit of tape and continued working.
When I got home, I cleaned the cut and aligned the edges and super glued it shut.
Thursday, I woke up with the cut throbbing to my heartbeat. All day long, I banged it into things, adding to the pain.
I was grousing about the pain, the wound, the lack of dexterity, that the bandage and the lack of mobility caused by the whole thing….
Then, at the end of the day, I met a man who was missing his left arm from just below the shoulder.
Suddenly, my wound didn’t feel so bad anymore. Nor the temporary lack of dexterity.
“I cried that I had no shoes until I met a man who had no feet”.