Pespective

A friend asked me yesterday if my finger had healed from its fracture. "Great news!" I cried, "I can make a fist again."

He paused and then, with a smile, said, "It might not be such good news for the person facing the business end of your fist."

I've been bragging about my accomplishment, the target of weeks of occupational therapy, never realizing the funny take on my proclamation. I wonder how many others might have wondered if I was taking up arms (literally)...