The Treasure of Love
I’m learning each and every day, from a young man who can hardly speak.
He teaches me something new each day, as I watch him mop and sweep.
His staggered gait 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?”