As I was walking along the busy street of my home town today I heard someone singing above the noise of the traffic. It wasn’t noisy singing–almost like someone singing to himself–but I heard it. Then I located the singer. He was pushing himself along through the crowd in a wheel chair by the power of his two arms, the only useful limbs he had left. As I caught up with him I said, “A man in a wheel chair singing gives everyone who hears him a lift.” He answered, “When I stopped looking at what I had lost, and began looking at what I had left, I could sing again.”

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