Green. I like green. Especially lime green. Actually I enjoy all lively colors, as is obvious with a glance in my clothes closet. (Today I’m wearing a daffodil yellow fleece jacket.) A peek at my shoe collection further confirms it: turquoise moccasins, graffiti Converses, khaki hiking boots with purple and pink accents, tie-dye Reeboks, and pink boots. But it’s not only my clothes and shoes. I drive an electric blue car. My bedroom is pink and orange. My office is orange and lime green. And I have a hot pink stripe in my hair. As I said, I really like bright colors.
So when my daughter Cassie, twelve at the time, asked me to paint my fingernails lime green like hers for St. Patrick’s Day, I was all for it. My prosthetic left hand was a conglomeration of mechanical parts covered by a realistic-looking “glove” made of silicone. I didn’t know if polish would adhere to the rubbery surface. I tediously painted each nail and—it stuck! Then I held the handle of the polish brush in my mouth and painted the nails on my right hand. (Try it. I dare you!) Both hands turned out beautifully.
Cassie and I celebrated St. Patrick’s Day by sporting our pretty lime green fingernails. She got lots of attention at West Morgan Middle School, while I received several raised eyebrows on my job at First Baptist Church. I loved it. The fun and the polish lasted a few days and then it began to chip off. I located the polish remover, dabbed some on a cotton square, and swiped the nails on my prosthetic hand. Almost immediately I knew something wasn’t right. The green polish was coming off, but the green color wasn’t. I gasped as I realized the polish had stained my silicone glove. My fingernails were permanently an ugly shade of yellow-green! I felt sick deep down in my stomach. Gloves cost $400 and I had just ruined mine with lime green fingernail polish.
There before me was a throne in heaven with someone sitting on it. And the one who sat there had the appearance of jasper and carnelian. A rainbow, resembling an emerald, encircled the throne. Revelation 4:2-3 (NIV)
Hey Becky,
It’s me, Whitney from Crosspoint. I love reading your stories. They are just really awesome. I didn’t even know that you had a mechanical arm. It’s just that you’re so good with it now. I bet it took a while to get used to it and work with it. But I’m so glad that you pulled it off. The painted nails green was an awesome idea. I’m sorry it stained though. But Becky, I just want to say you’re like my hero. You have always looked on the bright side of everything. I am trying that too. You are just awesome, Becky! 😀
Love you like family. 😀
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I think you are awesome, too, Whitney! Famous photographer-to-be!
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Thanks, Becky! 😀 😀 😀
Yay!!! 😀 😀 😀 😀
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Awesome story, but I got stuck on the 49-year-old eyes part. There’s no way you’re 49!
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I think at 50 we get to start counting down instead of up, right?
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This was a cute story! Great pic of you and Cassie, btw! 🙂
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Thx, Heather!
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Love getting to know you just a little better through your blog. Such a great story and picture! Thanks for sharing.
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I’m enjoying moving all these experiences from my head and heart to the blog. Thx for reading them!
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Thanks for continuing to share all these great stories! You’re an inspiration to me to look for the humor and joy in life whenever…and whatever… It’s God’s prescription for depression, anxiety, frustrations, pain…well, you know it. Love ya!
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Yep. Crying is no fun so let’s laugh! Love you, too.
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