The hand has 5 fingers....they all wiggle and move the same yet differently. There is the index finger, middle finger, ring finger, pinky finger and the thumb. All are fingers....but the thumb stands out. Different sizes but still all apart of the hand. The fingers are together in a group... the thumb sort of stands alone.. the thumb though on the hand has a shy place in a far away land. The palm is that common place.. think of the palm as the human race. Different colors, sizes and race but we all come from the same place. When others connect on Earth, some feel out of space. Called out and wanting to disappear without a trace. Though they fail to see their value they are special in all of their ways. Thumbs press buttons, thumbs wipe tears. Thumbs make it possible to hold others hand when they are scared or needing a friend. Thumbs help us gives hugs or let others know we are near. Thumbs help us open doors. Thumbs make it possible to type or play a game. Thumbs make it easier to brush our hair , or pull the covers up on a cold night. The hand can do a lot but without a thumb it's just not right. If you're a thumb like me you're seperated in your unique... It's okay to be a thumb, you're brilliant, not dumb. You're bright not dull. You're thumbed just right with lots of love. You were handpicked by our God above. You're sharp as a tact...it's a matter of fact. You're a gem, a rare find.. "Thumbs-up" go shine! God made you to be one of a kind.
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