And if I lost my hands?

I, like most humans, use my hands for many things in my daily life. I use them to hit the snooze alarm, to pull the covers off of me in the morning, to bath and brush my teeth, to eat my breakfast and to drive myself to my daily tasks. I do things out of the ordinary though. At least they are for me. I use them to dance. I use them to sway with the music and to create patterns of smooth shapes. I write. With my hands of course. My words are my message and my way to reach out to the world. I was never good with social situations so it's easier to write and if someone happens to read it then maybe they'll know me... I wonder sometimes. What would happen if I lost my hands? I would be nothing and I would have nothing. I would have no purpose and I would be a shell walking through and making the movements of living. I would be ordinary... Maybe that would be better.