I don't cry that hard very often. It had been a challenging day of facing the hard facts of life in Mozambique, Africa.
Not having used a wood plane in a few years, Moses helped reacquaint me with its delicate function. He knew how to make the aromatic pine curl into a lacy pile on the floor. Amazing.
Moses, with only one leg and only one finger on his right hand, used a series of make-it-work body contortions to efficiently achieve his objective. Though his occasional groans of frustration were heard while performing some of carpentry's more delicate maneuvers, his sweet spirit remained.
That day, two carpenters built a cabinet together. Moses said, "I'm a peasant" and he lives in one of the poorest countries on earth. He must manipulate his bruised body through forced efforts in a daily physical grind. And there's me. I'm engulfed in tears long after the work day has faded to night.