The good ones make the best of it.

I'm learning to like living with limitations. Here in Sardinia, I'm limited. Because I don't speak much more than a few rudimentary words of Italian. Means I have to improvise. Make myself known in other ways. Or do things in which speaking Italian isn't necessarily required. I can still go shopping. For groceries. For apparel. For most of my basic needs. And I also rely on my true love, who's bilingual. And I use my eyes. To see. And to observe. All sorts of things. Including people. In a way, I feel handicapped. And that ain't all bad. Makes me better understand truly handicapped people. And what they go through. The good ones make the best of it. --Jim Broede