“That poor woman,” my friend Penny says.
“What? Why?” I ask.
“She’s Severely Handicapped and can barely walk,” she said.
I looked over and saw a young woman, arms loaded with bags of groceries, and a cup with a straw in it clenched in her teeth. Holding the door open with one foot, she smiled and waved at us.
“Aren’t we all Severely handicapped in some way or another?” I think.
Aloud I say, “And yet she’s managing quite well.”
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