Hooks for Hands

He lost them by accident. One false move, one unguarded moment and he burned. They cut off what was left and right and fitted him with steel actuated by cables, attached to his shoulders by leather straps.   I found him smiling, greeting children and ringing the bell in a parade, having his picture taken and never once did I see anything but a smile upon his face.   Never once have I seen such courage, no never once but many times, as many times as there are hooks and scars and amputations where life once took itself for granted.   Now life wins once again, no not once, but many times. ♦

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