It Was The Hands
Image courtesy of: FreeDigitalPhotos.net
While at my eye doctor today, I talked to him about the future of vision testing, his inspiration for becoming an eye doctor, and his schooling, including what it was like to dissect cadavers in school.
“What was dissecting the cadavers like?” I asked in a friendly matter-of-fact style.
“It was the hands,” he said as he held his right hand flatly toward me with fingers stretched far apart. His tone of voice was respectful and genuine, and he had me engrossed in the subject. ‘The hands made them look like they were just like us. The hands made them look still alive,’ he continued with a dance of enthusiasm.
I shared with him a life dream of mine, which is that I am writing my first book. He encouraged me with his words, 'The next time you come in here you will be telling me about it (having been achieved).'
I am amazed and grateful about how my eye appointment, originally focused on eye vision, transformed into a lesson about life vision. After all, it is in the aliveness of our hands that we grasp our life’s dreams.
Thank you to my eye doctor for helping me focus my vision on the most impending one, my life’s.
