I am short, and tops of highboys, hutches go undusted. Nearsighted, so the spider laughs and builds his home of cobweb and settles in for maybe months. An aching swayback keeps the baseboards safe from running rags, and the lightbulb in the cellar stairwell sometimes is replaced by flashlight in the dark.
Each, we bring ourselves to every project, our foibles and our flaws as well as skill. But overcoming disadvantage for the job at hand leaves on the other, the possibility of success.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology