A Brother’s Praying Hands

Morning Story and Dilbert

Vintage Dilbert
August 13, 2003

Back in the fifteenth century, in a tiny village near Nuremberg, lived a family with eighteen children. Eighteen! In order merely to keep food on the table for this mob, the father and head of the household, a goldsmith by profession, worked almost eighteen hours a day at his trade and any other paying chore he could find in the neighborhood. Despite their seemingly hopeless condition, two of Albrecht Durer the Elder’s children had a dream. They both wanted to pursue their talent for art, but they knew full well that their father would never be financially able to send either of them to Nuremberg to study at the Academy.

After many long discussions at night in their crowded bed, the two boys finally worked out a pact. They would toss a coin. The loser would go down into the nearby mines and, with his earnings, support his brother while he attended the academy. Then, when that brother who won the toss completed his studies, in four years, he would support the other brother at the academy, either with sales of his artwork or, if necessary, also by laboring in the mines. They tossed a coin on a Sunday morning after church. Albrecht Durer won the toss and went off to Nuremberg.

Albert went down into the dangerous mines and, for the next four years, financed his brother, whose work at the academy was almost an immediate sensation. Albrecht’s etchings, his woodcuts, and his oils were far better than those of most of his professors, and by the time he graduated, he was beginning to earn considerable fees for his commissioned works.

When the young artist returned to his village, the Durer family held a festive dinner on their lawn to celebrate Albrecht’s triumphant homecoming. After a long and memorable meal, punctuated with music and laughter, Albrecht rose from his honored position at the head of the table to drink a toast to his beloved brother for the years of sacrifice that had enabled Albrecht to fulfill his ambition. His closing words were, “And now, Albert, blessed brother of mine, now it is your turn. Now you can go to Nuremberg to pursue your dream, and I will support you.”

All heads turned in eager expectation to the far end of the table where Albert sat, tears streaming down his pale face, shaking his lowered head from side to side while he sobbed and repeated over and over, “No … no … no … no.”

Finally, Albert rose and wiped the tears from his cheeks. He glanced down the long table at the faces he loved, and then, holding his hands close to his right cheek, he said softly, “No, brother. I cannot go to Nuremberg. It is too late for me. Look … look what four years in the mines have done to my hands! The bones in every finger have been smashed at least once, and lately I have been suffering from arthritis so badly in my right hand that I cannot even hold a glass to return your toast, much less make delicate lines on parchment or canvas with a pen or a brush. No, brother … for me it is too late.”

More than 450 years have passed. By now, Albrecht Durer’s hundreds of masterful portraits, pen and silver-point sketches, watercolors, charcoals, woodcuts, and copper engravings hang in every great museum in the world, but the odds are great that you, like most people, are familiar with only one of Albrecht Durer’s works. More than merely being familiar with it, you very well may have a reproduction hanging in your home or office.

One day, long ago, to pay homage to Albert for all that he had sacrificed, Albrecht Durer painstakingly drew his brother’s abused hands with palms together and thin fingers stretched skyward. He called his powerful drawing simply “Hands,” but the entire world almost immediately opened their hearts to his great masterpiece and renamed his tribute of love “The Praying Hands.”

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  1. Joel said:

    An amazing story. Thank you so much.


  2. This story is about sacrifice and appreciation. I’m glad I read it today. I’m feeling very down and it at least stopped my flow of tears. Even if no one ever appreciates the sacrifices I make, at least someday I will be able to look at the results and see how important it was. Thank you.


    • Hey Darlene. Thank you so much for your comment and the sacrifices you so humbly make!! Take care and God Bless. :-). Kenny T


  3. Thank you for sharing.great reminder that we do not know the sacrifices people have made in their lives to get to where they are.


  4. A very great sacrifice of one brother. Any word on whether Albrecht pulled his brother out of the mine and helped him? This reminds me of the story of Little House on the Prairie. Laura worked hard at the age of 15 to help her blind sister, Mary, go to blind school.


  5. Cherie said:

    Sweet story


  6. Heilene said:

    This one made me cry. I did not know the story behind Albrecht Durer’s success until I read your blog.
    His story reminds me of my sisters who have always been there to support me and encourage me.
    If I may please repost this one.


  7. Smiles and giggles. This is one of the most touching works there exists to me because of the beauty on the surface and the beauty within due to self-sacrifice. It gives me comfort every day and reminds me that we have the ability to love fully. Take care! – Amy 😀 … happy tears 🙂


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