{"id":1505,"date":"2011-05-02T22:04:37","date_gmt":"2011-05-02T22:04:37","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.handsfreemama.com\/?p=1505"},"modified":"2011-05-09T05:30:20","modified_gmt":"2011-05-09T05:30:20","slug":"healing-hands","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.handsfreemama.com\/2011\/05\/02\/healing-hands\/","title":{"rendered":"Healing Hands"},"content":{"rendered":"
I am part of the \u201cMe\u201d generation, a generation that has been described as selfish, preoccupied, distracted, and egocentric\u2026among other things.<\/span><\/p>\n And I have been guilty of living up to every single one of those characteristics.<\/span><\/p>\n But there are times when I rise above it.<\/span><\/p>\n And when I do, I want to believe that a little trait of the \u201cMe Generation\u201d is striped away.\u00a0 I would like to hope that a fraction of my unsightly self-centeredness disappears, never to rear its ugly head again.<\/span><\/p>\n In desperate times, there are hands that rise to the call. Even hands, like my own, that most often think of personal needs and the needs of my own tight circle of friends and family.<\/span><\/p>\n This weekend, I witnessed what can happen when hands let go of the material, the insignificant, the unimportant, to grasp what really matters<\/em>.<\/span><\/p>\n This weekend, I witnessed what becomes of hands when they come together and reach out outside their inner circle to those in despair.<\/span><\/p>\n They become Healing Hands.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n <\/em><\/p>\n Because when tragedy strikes your backyard, a cold harsh reality hits you between the eyes and breaks your heart in half.<\/span><\/p>\n Suddenly you realize the difference between \u201cus\u201d and \u201cthem,\u201d is a matter of five miles, is a slight change in wind direction, is the placement of your home.<\/span><\/p>\n With a frightening realization you discover the difference between \u201cus\u201d and \u201cthem\u201d is a radical cancer cell, a clogged artery, a misjudged runway, a reckless driver, or a deadly undertow.<\/span><\/p>\n You realize the difference between \u201cus\u201d and \u201cthem\u201d is simply being at the wrong place at the wrong time.<\/span><\/p>\n You realize it could have just as easily been \u201cus,\u201d instead of \u201cthem,\u201d standing in utter despair and shock wondering where life as you once knew it has gone.<\/span><\/p>\n Your only prayer, your only saving grace, comes in the form of a healing hand.<\/span><\/p>\n And despite what you might think, a healing hand does not require extensive effort, excessive monetary funds, or even a large amount of time.<\/span><\/p>\n In fact, if one<\/em> hand reaches out in some small way<\/em> to help, the results can be astounding.<\/span><\/p>\n If one<\/em> hand expresses care and concern to one<\/em> single person, the impact can be immeasurable.<\/span><\/p>\n In a small neighborhood with limited, sporadic, and in some cases, non-existent electronic communication or power, this is what healing hands can do.<\/span><\/p>\n