My uncle lost his hand in the coal mines. It got caught in some type of machine and it tore the flesh off of his finger bones, completely removing most of his fingers. The doctors only had two remaining fingers to work with, so they sewed his hand into his stomach, I believe to let the enzymes or whatever internal mechanisms the body has to help heal the hand, until he was finally left with – essentially – a giant claw for a hand.
He now has an AOL account with the screen name “clawdad” – I think that speaks wonders to his amazing personality and ability to roll with life.
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