Some people say everything happens for a reason.
Somewhere along the way, I've picked up the approach that when life throws a curve ball, I ask, so, what blessing can I find in this?
Like this past Saturday.
Yep. This is my left hand sporting a 'closed fracture of the distal radius' (i.e., a broken wrist), and one of two hands that I use to give shiatsu.
How did I manage that, you ask?
Kind of a funny story, actually. At least, in retrospect.