I was wondering why this moved me so much. And then it occurred to me: Their smiles. Their trust. Their courage.
There is a bit of pity on my part, I have to admit that. However, it is a testament to the human spirit that people get on with their lives in spite of what their bodies are like, and that, really, is what we all need to remember: We are never our bodies, nor are our bodies us.
We need to remember this: People don't pay us compliments because we look perfect to them. They pay us compliments because we look beautiful to them.
We are not the tool we use. We are how we use the tool.
We are whatever makes us share what's inside of us: Our courage, our need, our joy.