Once in Kunming, I felt like shit. Things just weren’t going right. I was wandering around the city, feeling sorry for myself. Then I came across a man with no legs. It looked like he’d been cleaved in half, missing everything below the waist. Sitting on a piece of cardboard, he ploughed through the knee high garbage. Ignoring the mass of filth building up on his cardboard, he didn’t stop for anything.