Just last night i was looking at my right hand, looking so alive, I can do them all of my fingers and each fingers individually. A hand that can give, love and pick garbage, a hand that can work. I was so happy to have a hand like that.
But then, I thought of my uncle's hands that were folder on his lap. They were icy cold and by now I am sure they must be nothing more than a dust. Then, I thought of millions and billions of hands that have been and now are no more. Hmm! Sooner or later my hands will belong to this category, but while my hands are still alive, I'm gonna use them to give, to write something that can be of help to people and inspire others. Let us all use our hands for good of the world.