With these hands that will not bleed

What are you afraid of?  It doesn't have to be death, or being alone, or things of that magnitude, and it doesn't have to be spiders, or snakes, or things of that nature.

Tell me what you are afraid of, something that really resonates with you.  Don't know how to answer?  Let me give you an example:

I am afraid to loose the ability to use my hands. 

What do I mean by that?  Well, I express myself through my hands a lot and to me, they are part of my character.  I express creativity, excitement, and intimacy with my hands, and I can't imagine living without them.

I should specify that when I say that I'm afraid to loose the ability to use my hands, I don't necessarily mean that I'm afraid that one day I'll become disabled or paralyzed.  I'm afraid of not being able to use them acutely.  You see, as a bank teller, I've dealt with several hundred people a day, and over the years I've noticed that a lot of people are extremely clumsy with their hands.  They fumble pens around, they can't unroll their cash/deposit slips, and they can't grab onto the receipts that I hand them.  It's not only just really old people either - Whenever I've witnessed this, most of the time the people I'm dealing with are in the 30-50 range in terms of age.

I can't say for sure why these people have such difficulty using their hands, but if I had to venture a guess, it's probably because they've worked in construction or some other occupation which exposes one's hands to a lot of punishment.

I don't work in construction, nor do I plan to, so why am I scared?  I'm not really sure to be honest, but I guess the possibility is always looming over me, and it scares me that someday I could be that 30-50 year old at the bank who can't fit his fingers around a pen.  My hands have always been really soft, and I just can't seem to fathom what my life would be like if that were changed.

Sometimes it's the little things in life that you have to think about which make you really understand who you are.  I do so love picking out the little things, and to me this is one of those things.

So again, I ask,

What are you afraid of?