feeling my face
by JVS on Dec.18, 2008, under 2008
I’m glad no one walked into the room as I was feeling my face. I’d just read a surgeon’s words regarding our world’s newest face transplant patient, “I must tell you how happy she was when, with both her hands, she could go over her face and feel that she has a nose, feel that she has a jaw.” I found the description so beautiful…
And so I just sat there thinking; with my hands feeling my face, sensing it’s contours and texture, contemplating its various parts and functions, taking stock of the fact that everything is working, everything is there. The flared edge of a nostril… the unshaven protrusion of a chin… soft skinned cheekbones… healthy pain free teeth… and lips to kiss my wife and kids with.
Most of the time (when I think about it) I complain about my face; too fat, too much skin, too wrinkled and discoloured, too long a forehead. I don’t re-call ever feeling thankful for my nose. I’ve never expressed gratitude for my jaw.
This woman who’d received the new face had apparently suffered a catastrophic accident, losing 80% of her face as a result. Can you imagine living with the horror of that reality? And then to be given this miraculous second chance; how redemptive is that?
How can I ever be a facial ingrate again?
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feeling my face
Authored by: Anonymous on Saturday, December 20 2008 @ 03:19 PM PST
Beautiful. It’s always wonderful when we are reminded to be thankful for
EVERYTHING, from the smallest things to the large things to the things we take
for granted.
