Can This Prosthetic Hand Handle the Ultimate Test: Licking Barbecue Sauce Off Fingers?

Can This Prosthetic Hand Handle the Ultimate Test: Licking Barbecue Sauce Off Fingers?

If you ever doubted the power of the human spirit—or the deep, unyielding love we harbor for barbecue sauce—allow me to introduce you to James Bratton, a shining example of tenacity dusted with a side of Sweet Baby Ray’s . Have you ever wondered what it takes to relearn one of life’s primal joys: licking sticky, smoky deliciousness off your own fingers? James, after receiving a prosthetic hand, tackled this mission with more heart than a rib cookoff and more optimism than a vegan at a steakhouse . Reading his story, I couldn’t help but laugh, cringe, and almost shed a tear wondering if I’d have that kind of gusto after a major surgery—or would I just make do with a paper towel and a whimper? Well, this man didn’t settle . He’s turning every silicone digit into a victory, high-fived by his family and cheered on by nurses holding bowls of barbecue sauce like proud trainers . Did I mention his wife had to lick the sauce off his new hand at first? That’s true romance—or a strong marriage contract . Dive in and savor every quirky, uplifting detail of one man’s triumphant quest to never let a drop of flavor go unlicked . LEARN MORE

COLUMBUS, OH—Speaking with an unflagging sense of hope despite the long, challenging road ahead of him, prosthetic hand recipient James Bratton told reporters Friday he was slowly learning to lick barbecue sauce off his fingers again. “I’m still getting the hang of moving my sauce-covered hand to my extended tongue, but once I struggled past the pain, I was able to suck a full dollop of Sweet Baby Ray’s off my pinky yesterday,” said Bratton, who thanked his wife and children for cheering him on every time he tried to slurp a bit of extra hickory flavor from his new silicone fingers and credited his nurses with helping him dunk his prosthetic hand in a bowl of barbecue sauce for extra licking practice. “I mean, right after the surgery, I had to rely on [my wife] Jessica to lick all the barbecue sauce off my new hand, which was, of course, very humbling. But I couldn’t be more pleased with my progress, especially after doctors warned that I might have to spend the rest of my life removing all condiments, pizza grease, and french-fry residues from my fingers with a napkin.” At press time, Bratton had asked reporters to excuse him as a physical therapist had wheeled a big platter of ribs into his hospital room.

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