As I felt a little down in the dumps about myself this morning, a poor bastard who didn’t have any legs got on the bus. Everyone within reach were very helpful in raising the front seat to make room for his chair. He only rode for a few stops. When he left I swear another legless guy got on the bus at the very next stop. And he took the first guy’s place. Pretty easy to stop feeling sorry for yourself when you see something like that. The courage of some people to carry on astounds me sometimes. And it’s not even winter yet. And then to crystallize the thought, it came to me that we see beautiful people and ugly people every day. All the time. And nearly always, we can’t tell which are which by looking at them. Damn me, being back on the bus is making me think too much. But it’s helped me escape my bubble. Maybe we should all ride the bus once in a while even if we don’t have to.