Never Feel Sorry For Meself

This is a story goes back

some years ago I was 28 yrs old

going through some tough terrain all

bought on by me I was really thinking

God had put a curse on me thats how

bad things was going I mean life was real

misserable no car new to the state staying

with relatives going to junior college just

to get GI check cause no job Traveled 52 mile

round trip everyday to go to class in the worse possible position 

depending on other people Have been left three times

cause the bus was 15 minutes late getting to where my

ride pick me up they just left didnt wait I wasnt there they gone

Back to the story in the big city going to school I see this young

man late 20s rolling down the street I say rolling because he

was on a skate board no legs just his torso sitting on the skate

board From that day on my complaining vanished I so admired

this individual he was brave and strong enough to combat his disabilities get out and move around on those busy downtown streets

with all the traffic enduring all the stares From that day on instead of 

complainging about my situations I count my blessings