"I'm telling each one of you," The one handed teenager says "This word handicap, it may offend some of you, but how do I say this? Being handicapped, being 'dis-abled', is like running a sprint in combat boots, it's like .." He begins to do push ups on his one good arm, "Lifting weights with extra weight that doesn't get counted. Call it what you want, call it challenged," He does the pushups smoothly, easily, "It isn't for wimps. Your life is on hard mode. Well, in gamer talk, that makes you a pro. Easy mode is turned off, but you will be stunned just how good you can be on expert. You'll get there. You can fall, you can crumble, but this game? It's not over until you let it be over. You'll find work arounds, you'll get stronger where you can get stronger, you'll surprise yourself and others." He pushes himself UP from near ground to standing with a smooth SHOVE against gravity. He breathes hard and and then looks at the mortal kids around him many with ttheir own disabilities, "But... like me, you may need a shower after doing it."