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I must say that I’m really amazed at the response to my initial blog back in August about my crooked pinky fingers. Crooked – August 30, 2005. When I wrote it, I never anticipated that I’d get so many emails from people who’ve experienced the same thing. I realize that folks come across my blog from time to time, but I never imagined how so many people with this condition would happen to just find it one day. I’ve received emails from all over the U.S. and a number of different countries from fellow Crookediers. Yeah… I made up the word… and whaaat!!!!!??? These traits that we all share kind of have so many different stories behind them. I’ve heard from lots of others who were teased or joked on while growing up. I’ve heard many accounts of numerous people who’ve shared these traits with a parent, grandparent or sibling. Our crooked fingers are something like a birthmark, yet it’s more than that. Clinodactyly is a birth defect, yet most of the people I hear from had no idea even what the name of it was. Most never looked at it as some kind of malformation, only the fact that fingers were smaller and/or curved more than the others. I’ve truly enjoyed each person’s account of their personal experiences or the experience of someone they know. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. We’re all different in some way. That’s how God made us. Be proud of having those crooked fingers. Chances are that someone in your family has a story to share with you, yet they may not even view their knowledge as important to you.
It’s kind of weird for me to be 33 years old and really just now understanding this. It was something that was different about me since I can remember, yet I never ever gave it any thought. I could always play basketball, but never could palm the ball like my friends. Hmmm… did that really impact how I shot the basketball. Did it take away from my ability to throw a football or grip a baseball bat. I dunno and it’s not important. I was the Dodgeball and Kickball king back then anyway… and I still excelled in the other sports. I also used to play tricks on folk and bend my pinky fingers backwards so that the tip would touch the back of my hand. Yes, I can do that with no problem and it doesn’t hurt. It’s a cool thing to do in front of someone who’s had a few extra drinks at the bar. It’s guaranteed to make em look at you with that What the hell?” look. Ha ha. Anyway, after receiving a few more emails today, I was just inspired to reflect upon my initial blog post. I wanna thank everyone who’s emailed me with their stories and I hope those fellow Crookediers who’ve yet to understand exactly what Clinodactyly really is and the history behind it, that they’ll come across this blog posting and share their stories also.