It’s always the middle finger that suffers the most because it is sadly the tallest finger on your hand.  And because it’s so tall, it is the finger that probably has the most accidents happen to it; whether you hit your finger with a hammer, slam it in a door, get it hooked on a fishing hook, and whatever other accident you can imagine.  Makes you wonder though what life would be like if the middle finger wasn’t so tall and the one who took the blunt of all of the accidents.

Would all of your fingers then get hurt because the middle finger was say the same size as your index or ring finger?  Was the middle finger purposely made taller so that it would get the blunt of the accidents to keep the rest of your fingers safe from harm?

I remember while growing up that my middle finger was constantly getting hurt by various factors, some I didn’t think would be possible but it did happen.  Though it hurt I am glad that my middle finger is taller than the rest because yes it protects the rest of the fingers and hand from getting harmed.

                 My first experience of my middle finger getting harmed had to have been when I was 4 or 5 years old and had a hamster as a pet.  When my baby, Curly would get away, he loved to run between two of my dressers and my brother not wanting to grab him, would have me stick my hand in between the dressers to get Curly.  And wouldn’t you know it, I scared my poor baby by moving at him too fast and he lashed out, biting my, yep you guessed it, my middle finger.  I pulled my hand away from Curly, not mad at him, and walked up stairs to where my parents were with blood running down my middle finger and then down my arm.  My mom asked what happened and I told her and she told me that was because I moved too fast and scared Curly.

          Of course I don’t know why I didn’t learn the first time, and was bit in the middle finger yet again by not my hamster but my brother’s hamster, Smokey.  And yes it was the same scenario as the first, Smokey was playing, escaped, this time ran under the dresser, and I went to pull him out. OUCH! My middle finger was abused, bit, and bleeding once again.  But of course I wasn’t mad at Smokey, I never got angry at my pets or my brother’s pets, even if they did bit me.

          On a side note, I was bit in the neck by one of my guinea pigs and that hurts worse than getting bit on the middle finger.

           Another cruel way that my finger kept getting abused was by the ever hungry bathroom doors in my parents’ house.  I don’t know why it was just me, but the door only tried eating my middle finger and nobody else’s.  But yes my middle finger or both hands were constantly being shut in the bathroom doors.  Thankfully, that ended as I got older, the door I guess no long hungry for my finger.  But boy did it hurt when the door slams closed on your poor middle fingers when you aren’t expecting a thing to happen.

          The bathroom door upstairs was the one that got my left middle finger the most, since I guess I didn’t move my hand away fast enough and SMASH! My finger is once again a victim of the cruel door.  And I think it was because of all of these smashing plus one other that is why my middle finger on my left hand actually curves more where it’s pointing towards my body if I am looking at my fingers from the back of my hand.  It is also a little crooked on one side but that is okay, gives me more character.  And the same goes for my right middle finger though it doesn’t bend as much it is still curved and crooked, with the little bump from writing so much.

The one thing that sticks out the most about my middle finger on my left hand getting really crushed and most likely why it is bent is because of a car door slamming on it.  I can’t remember how old I was, maybe 7 years old, when my brother’s friend lost her parent.  We were going to the funeral, just my mom, my brother, and me since dad had to work.  At this time, my mom was driving a gold Jeep Cherokee and I loved that car.  We had just parked in front of the church where it was being held and all of us hoped out.  I don’t really remember exactly how it happened, but I locked the door and slammed my door shut with my left hand.  I guess I was racing my brother to see who could close their car door first, us being kids and all, and my left hand didn’t move away fast enough.

          SMASH!!!!!! You could hear me screaming probably a few miles away.  My middle finger was now stuck in my mom’s car door, and even worse was THE DOOR WAS LOCKED!  My mom rushed over to my side, trying to find the car door key while my brother stood there gawking at my middle finger, which by this time was turning purple.  I stupidly tried yanking it a little bit, which is why it is now more crooked and bent, but thankfully I didn’t break it.  My mom finally found the key, unlocked the door, and set my poor black and blue finger free.

          Tears were streaming down my face and mom wanted to get me home and put ice on my finger right away.  So she left my brother with some friends who had come to see what was going on and drove me home.  I was on lying down on the couch, mom gave me ice to put on my finger and told me to relax and try to get some sleep it I needed.  She put on a movie for me; I think it was My Little Pony; and she gave me a sprite to sip on to help make me feel better.

          I can still to this day remember the pain, see my nail turn all black and blue, and remember the frantic look from my mom as she searched for the key to unlock the car door.

        So yes my middle fingers have been through a lot over the 26 years of my life, and I know for a fact that I will be going through a lot of it with my children; hopefully not the locked car door on the finger or the hook through the finger to the bone.  But I do know I will probably have to scold the hungry bathroom doors or the pet that was scared and because of my own experiences, I’ll be ready to help comfort my children; but I do pray and hope that they don’t have to go through the middle finger pain as I have.