“I Can’t Move It,” the Real Reason Morgan Freeman Wore Only One Glove at the Oscars

When Morgan Freeman escorted Margot Robbie on stage at the 2023 Oscars, his left arm caught the attention of many. In fact, the 85-year-old actor wore an elbow-length satin black glove, which raised many concerns. And the reason behind it goes back to a heartbreaking event that transformed Freeman’s life 15 years ago.

Back in 2008, the Shawshank Redemption star was injured in a serious car accident that left him with a paralyzed left hand.

After the crash, Freeman had to undergo a 4-hour surgery in order to deal with his broken left shoulder, arm, and elbow.

A couple of years after the unfortunate event, the acclaimed actor opened up about his struggle, saying ’’I suffered nerve damage, and it hasn’t gotten better, I can’t move it.’’

He added, ’’If you don’t move your hand, it will swell up. Do you know you move your hand about a million times a day?’’

And even though doctors had reassured him that his hand would get better by 2011, this unfortunately didn’t happen to be the case.

Freeman ended up with permanent nerve damage and is still unable to wiggle his fingers.

And it seems that even 15 years later, the Oscar-winning actor is still dealing with the consequences of his accident, as we saw him wearing a glove during the ceremony.

According to experts, the compression glove works by lightly squeezing the veins in one’s hand to support blood circulation and can even help to manage tingling, pain, and swelling.

My Husband Didn’t Take Me on Vacation with His Family – I Found Out Why after Unexpected Help from My Mother-in-Law

Layla’s husband, Tom, has an annual tradition involving a family vacation that she isn’t invited to. After years of being excluded, Layla finally asks why she isn’t allowed to join, only for Tom to lie and blame his mother. But when Layla does her own digging, she and her mother-in-law discover a family secret that breaks the family apart.

My husband, Tom, has been going on an annual island vacation with his family since we had gotten married. That’s twelve years of family trips without me.

Every year, he’d pack his bags and leave our two kids and me behind.

“My mom doesn’t want in-laws on the trip, Layla,” he said. “You know this. It’s the same story every year. But still, you continue to ask about it.”

My husband rolled his eyes and sat on the couch, his hands wrapped tightly around his phone.

“Why don’t you just cancel this one, and we can take the kids on holiday instead?” I asked, tossing a salad to go with our dinner.

“Why would I do that?” he retorted. “The kids are too young and it will be chaotic. When they’re older, we can start talking about holidays with them.”

“And me?” I asked. “Are you sure your mom will mind?”

And that was when something snapped in me.

There, right on social media for everyone to see, was a carousel of photos from last year’s vacation. There was Tom, smiling widely next to his brother and sister-in-law. There were other photos of their sister and her husband, too.

But I was told that Tom’s mother didn’t want any in-laws on the trip?

“It’s clear that she just didn’t want you there,” I said to myself.

I needed to know more information before I blew up at my mother-in-law. As much as Denise seemed to have an issue with me, I knew that if I asked her straight up, she would give me an answer.

So, I decided to call Sadie, Tom’s brother’s wife. She was fairly new to the family, with them having only been married for about a year now.

So that’s what they thought. That I hadn’t been able to make their trip because of my children.

“Listen, Layla,” she said. “I’ve got to go, I’m getting another call. I’ll call you this evening!”

She hung up immediately.

I knew that my next move would be going to my mother-in-law. If anyone was at the root of this lie, it would be Denise.

“Wait, what?” I asked, stunned.

“Tell me what you know,” she said, pouring a glass of juice.

Shocked, I spilled everything. The photos, Tom’s lies, the years of being left behind with and without my sons.

And more than that, she became a constant presence in my life, always wanting to be around me and help wherever she could, and insisting on being an active grandmother to my kids.

“I never imagined that it would all come to this,” she said one afternoon as we sat in the living room together.

“Me neither,” I replied. “But at least we know the truth now.”

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