I went to costco for lunch today.  In front of me I saw a man who was in one of those little carts they let you drive around in if youre too large to walk or incapacitated in some way.  He got some pizza and a soda. 
    I thought it must be very difficult to be incapacitated to the point where you don't even want to walk around a store - even though you still have the ability to.  He was getting some pizza and it reminded me of the movie supersize me - where people make themselves so big that they can't walk well and they continue to eat poorly.  I can't really say much - I am blessed with thiness no matter what I eat (at least at this point).
    I went and sat by him (he wasn't using up the bench on the table he was at, after all) and talked to him a little bit.  I told him I was from Denver and he said he had been to Denver when he was at the army hospital there.  He said he had been in Vietnam (although he didn't seem that old).  I didn't think anything more of it.
    I watched him when he left.  He drove up to the door to drop of his cart and as he got out of the car I noticed that BOTH his legs were gone and that he had prosthetics there instead.  He walked outside until he disappeared out of view.
    Freakin awesome that we can replace people's legs nowadays.  Freakin awesome that that guy has been given the gift of walking after the war took it away from him.  I can understand why he was in the little roller car.  If I was him, I would be eating pizza too.  After all, thats what war is for.  Saving our and others rights to eat pizza from costco.  Saving our right to get ridiculously low prices on products made by exploited third world countries.  tangent.

    Anyway, I didn't really judge him but I realized how easy it would be to judge someone like that.  You couldnt tell he was missing his legs until he stood up and walked away.