Went to the public pool today.
Just wanted to work out a great emotional burden off of my shoulders.
As I was about to hit the calmer waters of the pool, I noticed a father with his young son.
The boy must have been no older than 9 or 10. His father was a distinguished man in his late thirties.
What struck me about him was he was missing his left forearm and yet he was holding his son’s hand in his right hand while also balancing a water raft with his upper left arm. Impressive, eh!
Seeing that moved me beyond tears. I then realized how silly all our trials and tribulations must be.
For if a young man can carry such a burden with so much dignity who are we to do less with no impairments about us?
Who are we indeed?
Götterdämmerung 