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Woodwork When Mike cut off the first finger, someone plucked it from the sawdust and blasted it with air from the compressor. Then a lunch came out of a cooler and the finger went in with the ice. The doctors put it back on. Mike thought he would never do this work again. But he kept doing the work because it was all he knew how to do. There were other things he could have done a long time ago, but that time was past. Will, the old guy, told him that the person most likely to lose a finger was the one whod already lost one. Told him that lost and found counts. That disappointed Mike. He thought about it all the time. Every cut. Finally, the thumb. Above the knuckle. He looked at it, there in the dust. It seemed resigned. He thought about the choices we make.