He was smiling and bubbling over.  He was a man I met in the aisle of the local supermarket.  I noticed he had a false leg but that did not deter him.  We had a brief conversation and I left him with a “God bless!”  And before that I told him he had a choice to feel sorry for himself or make the best of it.  I no longer remember my exact words.  I later saw him near the checkout counter.  Then I realized he had two artificial legs.  His smile never left him.  He brightened up my day.