My two best friends met some ladies. I was happy for them. A few years later I noticed my index and second finger were missing. A warehouse co-worker and I had gotten close during our work history. Then his mother died and left him an inheritance. Suddenly, my thumb was gone. I got to know a gal, smart, funny, a loving people person. She shot herself. I have found myself staying at home more. I keep my hands in my pockets. That way you can't tell which one is missing. But then, Who really gives a rats' ass.