Complaining

Boy I complain a lot. Not always out loud, not always about anything necessarily. In general, I should be a lot more thankful than I am.

A woman walked into the busy coffee shop this morning with two sons. They were about 5 and 8 I'd guess. They were cheerful and rambunctious.

The part that was amazing was that she had no arms. She had a spaghetti strap shirt, and a purse on her shoulder. She signed her debit receipt with her foot, standing on one leg. Then she grabbed her coffee with her neck. She came in, ordered 3 drinks, sat for a while with her boys, and certainly made me think about the things I have.