graf #1 hands

Graf #1 Hands

My hands I guess can say a lot… it’s quite obvious by the scars, recent wounds and bruises that they bring home the bread for my family. I’m an automotive technician. It is quite apparent that my hands take a beating using tools of the trade to diagnose and repair vehicles. On the infrequent occasion that my wrench slips, or my hammer misses the chisel that I’m holding, I most likely will shed some blood. The scar that will permanently remain will serve as a reminder to be more careful next time. It’s a rewarding experience for me (however brief it may be) to know that I fixed something. My hands tightened what was loose…my hands replaced that worn component…my hands signed the inspection sticker…MY HANDS.
There are some things that my hands can’t say though. My hands can not tell you that they hug my wife and four children every night; they can’t tell you that they have served in the U.S. Army. These hands can not tell you how long the man attached to them has worked to finally earn his degree. After only three more classes, these hands will proudly accept a degree. Oh how sweet the day that these hands will hold that document. These hands can’t wait.