Last week I emailed a boatload of people I’ve been friends with over the years to solicit their perspective about being friends with a guy with one hand.
The responses so far have been eye-opening.
One thing I asked was for them to retell any funny stories they could remember.
Here’s one of my favorites:
“I remember one time when we were playing foosball. You mentioned that you were at a disadvantage, so I offerred to play with one arm behind my back. Much to my horror, what you meant was that you had, like, three guys missing from your team because they were broken off. I was so embarrassed!”
It’s so interesting and valuable to hear the perspectives of my friends. I’m learning things about myself that I never would have known otherwise. And I’m hearing a lot of things for the first time that will help me immensely as I attempt to help others. As I process them, I’ll share what I learn.
For instance, I’m learning that a lot of my very close friends didn’t know how I had lost my arm for quite some time! It makes all the sense in the world, too. They didn’t feel comfortable asking right away and I think I just assume that people know I was born that way, so I never directly address it. When I meet people for the first time now, my inclination will be to answer their unanswered question about what happened to my arm.
You know, the alligator incident.