A week ago, Wednesday, I took a tumble on my bicycle, and I have been left-handed ever since. The transition from right-handedness to lefty hasn't been a smooth one. It seems that my left is connected to someone else's brain. I know, it surprised me too.My friend, Colin rightly pointed out that I would likely feel sorry for myself and then feel sorry for feeling sorry for myself. It's difficult to stay down long when a broken hand is exceedingly minor compared with disabilities and circumstances that many in our global population deal with daily. When on this topic with my friend Josh, he added, "Yeah, you know you see those people on teevee that come home from Iraq missing an arm and a leg that are saying, 'oh I'm just so blessed...!'" (that's a lot of punctuation right there!!!). :)
It was time for me to suck my over-sized bottom lip (it's not swollen, I was born that way) back into place and follow Monty Python's counsel and "always look at the bright side of life." (Song bomb alert!)
I thought back to grade (hey, you can type "grade" with only your left hand home row style) school when I was actually envious of kids who had casts. I admit, it doesn't make sense. But, it was because they got to have everyone write, draw, scrawl and scribble all over it. It's like a Tattoo 2.0 — everyone gets to contribute to the body art. Cast signing is also great for those of us that just find thousands of needle pokes too high a price to pay for self-expression.
So, I have an idea I'd like to float by you:
- Save the image above (me and my cast) to your hard drive
- Open the image in a photo-editing software (Photoshop or whatever. Heck, I bet MS Paint would work)
- Write, draw, scrawl and scribble on the cast
- Save the image and email it to me: rydanoel@gmail.com
- I'll post it back to the blog (unless you'd just rather I didn't.)
I think this could be a fun little little exercise that could have us all feeling better.
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