Nature's Tonic

As an old hoboclown with tired feet and aching ankles, I was trudging along this morning feeling quite tired and outta sorts. I decided to take a short cut through the Philadelphia City Hall Courtyard and spotted a man ( about 35 years old) born with no arms, sitting on a small garden retaining wall.He had no shirt on and was wriggling his bare torso.Just as I was walking past him thinking about how he managed without arms for all these years, he bent over from his seated position and with his long hair hanging toward his feet, picked up a plastic bag (of his personal items) with his teeth , got up and trudged along his way.That was an obvious message for me today. What do you think it means?
While wondering about this encounter, I rounded a corner to see two parked cars with the drivers standing outside exchanging information. The woman with a late model Mercedes had obviously bumped the older car in front of hers.The woman said to the man who owned the other car," I'm a good and normal person and I'm good for it." The man, holding up a piece of paper said, "Can you write that on here?"