Being a whole person is not about how many hands you have, whom you choose to love, how smart you are or the color of your skin… for many years, I went everywhere in public wearing a prosthesis. I believed that it made me more complete – more whole. Now when I wear my artificial hand it’s because my arm is cold or because I like the way it looks with my dress… My friends joke that whenever they ask if I’d like help with something I say – “I can do it!” And they say, “I know you can do it – and I can also help you!” I guess part of understanding or believing that we are whole means that sometimes we get by with a little help from our friends, regardless of how many hands we have…