WHO HAS THE HANDICAP?

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 every time 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 sitting 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?

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