On January 1992, I was 3 years old finished lunch and was heading to the sink to wash my hands, since I was too little and I coudnt reach up, I climed my way up to the sink and before I could get to open the tap the sink broke off its fixtures and fell on my left hand totally shattering my tendon of my middle finger,
I was rushed to the hospital and underwent surgery and after a couple of weeks I could finally see my left hand. Its just so happened that my middle finger has been bent ever since and I have been moving it with the help of my other fingers to do basic hand movements, It also dances now .. :)
I present to the World The Hand Man
