As I approached the desk, a young man stepped out waving a gun and said, “Everyone to the back room. When I woke after seven days, I could see there was something badly wrong with my hands: they’d turned dark purple; my feet were in a similar condition. The following spring brought some hope, however, when my prosthetist, Steve Peeples, got me to try out a pair of state-of-the-art myoelectric hands. When they walked in with two boxes, I recognised the branding immediately: the hands I’d been practising with. It turned out Mark had been working with my prosthetist behind the scenes; he and Louise had bought my hands.

Source: The Guardian January 05, 2018 09:56 UTC