I'm learning each and everyday, from a young man who can hardly speak. He
teaches me something new each day, as I watch him mop and sweep.
His staggered gate doesn't stop him, from walking to work each day. And
everytime I talk to him, he has a smile and a nice word to say
As he struggles to open the liner, to empty the trash each night, I am
reminded of how much he has, visioned cleared with true insight.
He has no degrees or education, but he is wiser than most I've met. And
tonight I saw him setting alone, head bowed -- he seemed upset
"What's wrong Brandon?", I asked. He replied, "Nothing is wrong with me."
"I feel bad for a kid I saw, he's little and can't even see!"
So when I think I have it bad, feeling down and emotionally flat I think of
Brandon and start to wonder, ..."Who has the handicap?"
