I complained I had no shoes until I met a man with no feet… or something of a quote like that. I had never considered this until a couple passed the doorway and his wife told him they were in front of a bookstore. How utterly sad! We go in and out with nary a thought. I cringe because the car and then the house are crammed with books. I built an 8×12 foot bookcase to accommodate the accumulation.
“I cried because I had no shoes till I met a man with no feet.”― Helen Keller