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My Right Hand Has Become My Best Friend During The Pandemic
And I finally need to come clean about it all
I promise that this isn’t what you think.
But then again, I don’t know how you think.
This story about my right hand started in March of our Lord’s year 2020.
It was supposed to be the year that I accomplished that big goal. The period that we achieve that colossal benchmark. 2020 was supposed to be THE era that I would win life’s lottery because that’s the promise I made (and I bet you did too) on December 31st, 2019.
But COVID had other plans for our resolutions.
The world went into lockdowns, folks went into isolation, and the only way we could communicate for a while was over our balconies. Or our laptops on Zoom. And for some, it was on social media.
Remember those days?
Bear with me here; I’m getting to my right hand in just a second.
And no, you don’t need to turn your screen so the person next to you can’t read this. This isn’t THAT kinda story. I think.
The thing is, I’m the type of person who is a noticer.
No, it’s not some strange sub-cult of folks who meet on every third Sunday, dress in robes, and have a…
