I promise I won't complain anymore

I have a bad habit of complaining from time to time. I try not to...but alas...I do. But today that must end because I have 2 arms and 2 hands and 10 fingers. A girl came into my office today to fill out some paperwork. She had 2 upper arms...and that was it. No forearms or hands or fingers or ever-so-useful thumbs. Because I'm the type of person that can't help staring even though my mother taught me to look away and NEVER stare, I stared and awed and thought, "wow, I'm an idiot," followed closely by "wow, I love my arms," followed closely by, "stop staring." She was writing and picking things up and doing everyday, minuscule activities that I take for granted. I'm never complaining again. Well I might, but when I do, I will quickly remember and respect the girl with half-arms.