Feel sad for someone with a handicap?

I was sitting at the airport. My flight had been delayed. I saw a man in a wheel chair, middle aged; with a slight hunch. I could see from his behaviour that he was in his fifties. A lady stood beside him, who spoke to him sometimes, her hands folded. Bespectacled, she stood with a look which said, 'couldn't have known this man better'. He was arguing with the airlines staff and could tell from the gestures that he was dissatisfied about something. A pretty looking staff of the airlines had bent down to in what could be seen as a pacifying gesture. Then another young man belonging to the airline joined in the efforts to pacify this man. Every body could makeout that this man was visibly unhappy even after all the efforts to make him happy.
Poor man, what a state he is in. Such a helpless state. This could be anyone's primary reaction. To me it looked like his sickness was a status symbol for him. A crutch that made him feel important. Made him feel wanted. Made him feel wanted. I guess even if someone offered to cure him of his situation he would still have preferred his wheel chair. Such a novel way to be different. Different from the crowd. A wonderful way to get noticed. And such a wonderful way to enjoy the depressing life of false attention. Long live the crutch. Long live the handicap. Is something incurable? or Does he actually desire to be healed. I know what it is. Hey buddy aren't you afraid of leaving the crutch? Aren't to afraid to live a normal unnoticed life? Answer!