Turning lemons into lemonade

I have a friend. His name is Peter.

I was rambling on with him today on how meaningless life is. This was the gist of our conversation. Peter said,

I have a lemon,
What shall I do?
Make me some lemonade?
Or sit here and feel blue?

I wanna climb a hill,
I wanna run a field,
I wanna feel the grass,
Underneath my heel.

If only I can still feel,
The sand under my feet,
And sing my favourite song,
Tapping to its' lively beat.

I wanna play the piano,
And strum my old guitar,
I wanna strut in my tight jeans,
And zip around in my own car.

I can’t do none of those things no more,
But I still have my faith,
Someday God will reward me,
When I’m finished in this race.

And between now and then,
I shall take the 'lemon'in my hand,
Make me some cool 'lemonade',
And share it with my friends!

Someone once wrote, "I cried because I had no shoes, Until I saw a man who had no feet". Peter sustained a spinal cord injury many years ago. His courage gives his legs more miles than many of us who take our mobility for granted. Who take our lives for granted.

Thank you, Peter.