No excuse

Once upon a time I was down, very down years ago ...
and I met a blind lady, who I saw on the bus already. I offered her my company - she accepted it. She had only arm - of course I tried to get on her wrong side. Than she told me where she wants to turn her path, she new better where to go than me. We talked about her work and also, she turned out to be married. I felt worse and worse and worse, more and more ashamed. She might can't press ctrl+alt+del alone, and I feel miserable?
And I was jealous on a blind, one-armed woman's happiness.
She simply loves her life because she accepts, appreciates everything good she meets.
There is no excuse to be happy and satisfied.