Well, maybe there is something worse. Not being able to see would be pretty lousy, and not being able to talk would really put a cramp in my style. But in all of my fifty years, the times I've felt the most depressed were the times I couldn't go for a walk.
So, on when I'm feeling down and hopeless, I need to remember, at least I can walk now. And some day, when I can no longer walk, I will still be able to swim, or draw, or sew, or read, or talk, or SOMETHING.
It's always a good time to count your blessings.
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