Hands

When my daughter was three or four years old, she came to me one day and said her tummy was hurting. I pulled her on my lap, held her close, and with my hand rubbed her tummy. The next day, she complained of her stomach hurting. Again, I rubbed her tummy (and probably gave her Seven-Up). When her stomach hurt the third day, I became alarmed, called the doctor, and took her in.

At the doctor’s office, he examined my daughter and asked if she had eaten anything new or too much of something? I said no. He said she had no fever. There was no pain in her abdomen only giggles when he pressed on her stomach.

He asked a final question, “What do you do after she tells you her stomach hurts.” I told him, "I rub her tummy." He said, “Stop doing that and she’ll be fine.”

Hands can comfort...

and injure.

Hands communicate (sign language).

Hands save lives.

Hands give and receive.

Hands make quilts for friends who have cancer.

Hands rebuild cities and towns devastated by disaster.

Hands destroy.

Hands create.

Hands are controlled by love…

and hate.

Where are your hands today?