i'm sitting here at the best starbucks in all the lands, getting work done, when two teenage boys walk in. i noticed that they were holding hands. this isn't haiti, FYI.
but then i realized that the one boy was leading the other. the other was blind. he collapsed himself into a chair, and then began to "text" message with his voice. pretty cool! but he just sits there and smiles. as if everything in his world is perfectly perfect.
sometimes i get stuck feeling sorry for myself. everything in my atmosphere is not ... perfectly perfect. in fact, most times it's far from perfect.
it's in these times that i find i get smacked in the face with reality. my world may not be everything i always want it to be - but am i thankful for what i do have? my sight definitely being one of those things...
not really.
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