Huge hands

A quick one of those "back when" stories.  Way back when, I had a friend who had huge hands.  We're talking very unusually large hands here.  They were normal in every aspect except size.  It suffices to say that they were abnormally large.  Everyone called him....yep, you guessed it...."hands".  He had no problem with that.  He accepted himself as he was.  I often wondered how long that moniker stuck on Alan....if it carried with him as he grew into a man and beyond.

Hands are an important part of our bodies.  So important that they make some really terrific prostheses for those who have lost one or both.  I can't imagine how changed my life would be without hands.  But hands go beyond the physical sense of actually having hands.  For instance, how often have you given a hand (helped) to someone working on a project and needed a hand?  Or been offered a helping hand?  Then there is the direct aspect of hands, as in "hand it over" or "hand it to me".  We handle things with our hands.  We handle things physically, we handle problems and issues as well.

As we journey our way through life, we run across an abundance of questions, issues, problems, downfalls, pitfalls, stumbling blocks and the like.  Some of those get pretty gnarly don't they?  Sometimes we can feel a bit overwhelmed by them.  It is times like that that it is time to call upon someone with bigger hands than Alan.