Jason Chee, the table tennis player, has a signature two-part move. If he sees you, or you happen to walk past him, even if you're a stranger, he'll do this: Smile and then reach out his right hand. Kindly shake it. It's got the stub of a thumb and only two full fingers, but that's irrelevant to what he's doing: He's offering a firm greeting, making a connection, proposing a friendship.
And so yesterday we clasp hands and then, because I ask, his hand disappears into a pocket and emerges with a crumpled piece of lined paper. It's the speech he's just given but which he wrote on Monday at home, pen gripped in those two fingers.