While sulking in a restaurant I noticed a woman on my right working utensils with her toes. She was scooping dinner into a spoon, leaning over in her wheelchair, and taking a bite. The whole production began with her feet, because both of her arms had been amputated at the elbow.
This should probably be a watershed moment. I should probably realize I don't have it as bad as others. It isn't though. I am still depressed, but now with a helping of guilt.
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