I was talking to a man who had no legs, and he said his wounds were greater than mine.
After all, I had two arms and two legs and full use of my body. I couldn’t argue. He did have a strong point. So for a second, our conversation grew silent.
Then, I responded,
How many times do you leave your house every week?
He chuckled as he exclaimed,
I don’t know. Many!
I told him,
Looks like legs aren’t the key to walking.
The next time I saw my therapist, I greeted her and then I immediately burst out in anxiety,
I have no legs!
And I truly believed it.