Three-legged Dog

As I stood at the bus stop this morning, I noticed a dog crossing the street with his owner. The dog had three legs, two in the front and one in the back. His owner pulled him by a leash across the crosswalk. The dog could barely keep up, hobbling frantically behind.

For reasons I won't go into, thoughts of confusion and sadness plagued me this morning. As I was sinking deeper and deeper into a mild state of depression, I noticed this dog. And I thought, "Well, despite all my troubles, at least I'm not a three-legged dog."

I felt a little better after that.