At the bar, I had an irate customer tell me, me with my broken foot, running around doing my job: "In any other country in the world, you wouldn't have to work as you are." It took me a minute to realize he was referring to my foot, and I paused before responding: "I work because I want to."
We're all making choices here. I made a choice to get drunk and fall over and break my foot. Then I decided to not feel sorry for myself and got on with my life. Thanks, freedom!