As far as I can remember I have always had, "shall I say hard working hands."
Lets just say that my hands looked older than the rest of me.
I remember years ago when I was only in my late 30s.
I was personal training these 2 young teenage girls.
Very honestly one of them said to me one day.
"How come you look so young Wendy and your hands look so old"
I couldn't take offence, is was true.
I would really like to share this beautiful story, it is so heart felt.
"𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘮𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯?" "𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦." “𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘮𝘢?" "𝘠𝘦𝘴, 𝘺𝘦𝘴. 𝘖𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘚𝘰𝘶𝘭. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘣𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘩, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘚𝘰𝘶𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵. "𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵?" "𝘠𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘦𝘴: 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥, 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴: 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴: 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺." "𝘔𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘮𝘢... 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘐 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵!" "𝘔𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘌𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦.”~~
~𝘌𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘢 𝘉𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘣é
