When I was a senior in high school I was walking toward the exit doors located in the back of the school leading to the parking lot. There was a group of students running around the doorway and a guy suddenly shoved me when my back was turned.
He was a troubled youth and I’m not sure he actually meant for me to crash through the glass but I did just that slashing the tendons in my hand. I won’t go into details but it was a pretty traumatic experience for me as a young man. I remember being rushed to the hospital emergency room and went through a time of sever pain for several months.
The doctor explained to me that due to the nerve and tendon damage, I probably wouldn’t be able to use my hands with fine motor skills. He did the best he could during the operation on my wrists but didn’t think I would ever be able to draw again.
Long story short, I had a grant to attend college so there was no way I was going to throw that opportunity away. I didn’t know what else to do so every school day I taped a pencil to my hand and drew my designs that way for about a year. I kept a roll of duct tape in my gear bag along with my design supplies.
My work looked terrible. I’m not being humble—it was really, really bad. Not only that but I had to learn how to draw all over again. The simple act of just holding a pencil became a very difficult process for me and making a coherent image of my ideas on a sheet of paper was even harder.
After some time passed I didn’t need the duct tape anymore because I was able to actually hold on to the pencil but every once in a while my tendons would go batty making anything in my hand simply fall to the ground without warning.
Years later I have adapted and actually have very fine hand movement and motor skills. Most people would never know anything had ever happened and just think I’m clumsy when something occasionally falls from my grip.
But let me tell you, when you go through something like that you really look at life differently. I don’t have a lot of feeling in my left hand but I can still use it, which is really amazing and I sure don’t take that for granted. To me, the simple act of holding a pencil or stylus is an absolute gift.
Ok, what in the world does that have to do with the bottom line? How will that little tidbit of information help you advance your career or increase the global sales of your latest toy line?
Mmmmmmm, maybe, just maybe when you realize the unbelievable, stupendous, and astronomical importance of little things like the insignificant act of just being able to hold onto a simple pencil, you just might be able to see the extraordinary when others only see the ordinary.
That, my friend, is the gold nugget.
Continued In Part 3 . . .