The Amazing Finger Miracle

Today I thwacked myself with one of our kitchen knives. It came at my finger at full speed, careening through the air like a rocket. When it landed on my precious tender bodypart, I yelped with fear and terror and thought it was the end--all had been lost. No more holding things quite as securely as before (since the finger is an integral link in the chain of holding), no more of those heavenly massages that I am so good at giving, no more being of ANY use. I'd have to train another one of my fingers to cover J H Y U N and M, and overload all the other already over-extended fingers.
When I recoiled to survey the damage, I discovered to my delight that my finger had not in fact been cleavered clean into the past. In fact, there it remained, clinging fervently to my hand as it always has.
The happening of all happenings to punctuate this story, is that, where one would usually lose a limb from such a slice, I have instead gained a bruise. No loss, my friends, GAIN. I am amazed.