I saw a little dog today with only 2 legs. In place of his front legs were wheels attached to his upper body. He was on a leash right next to another (4-legged) dog, completely keeping pace, wagging his tail and, I swear, smiling.
That silly little dog moved me to tears. And I sent out a silent blessing to the people who kept him alive and joy-filled.
As my little hero marched by I heard a tall, fit, super-muscular guy say, “What’s he got to be happy about?” And he meant it.
So who’s worse off – the dog or that guy?
I am so grateful today, for seeing that dog and for hearing that guy. And for knowing, without a doubt, which of them I’d rather hang out with.