Just witnessed a man who scoots along on the ground using one hand (with a specially made leather ‘mitt’) and a stick. He was also carrying a 4 gal. jug on his head. He did not look unhappy! 

Makes me think of what makes me unhappy? ....small stuff!

We can learn joy.....the kind that endures hardship and tragedy...... from these wonderful people! 

Their courageous joy refuses to be silenced!

You know, it’s hard to get pictures of these things. I have trouble to bend down and snap a photo and walk away.....it seems so invasive and degrading.....and yet, how do I convey this to you otherwise? Hmmmm.....