I was one of those people who saw people with disabilities actually begging in the market and I was very depressed. But seeing that he still has the effort to live his life and fight with me, he sees and feels very encouraged for me as if he is the motivation like he is still fighting this life. Why do we have all parts, why give up so easily? When I find it and see if it's really handicapped, I almost always donate it, even if it's a small fraction of my money.