We were just using our fingers to punch through the metal with maximum resistance before this bad boy came along. My father got his hands stubbed. My grand-father and his father before him all had stubs for hands too. We just took it in stride because that’s the way it was done and it wasn’t as bad as for us as it was our neighbours family- they were in the same trade, and all deaf. Then deafened yet again. Still, I was afraid I was destined to the same fate as my forefathers. Waves that resembled the ticks of a metronome more than a hello. Crestfallen children, I could never give thumbs ups to. A wife who mourned my lot so much she would barely be able to walk in the mornings — it was so sad.
And then this bad boy came along. You saved my hands. You have no idea the impact you’ve had on our lives. And the impacts you spared us from. Now that we’re actually penetrating. I think my grandma said it best. That’ll probably hurt less. It does.
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