A Great Man

I got a phone call yesterday from a friend. He told me that his father died. I haven't seen this man in years, but it still hit me square in the chest. He stood about six feet, eight inches.. maybe bigger. He had to weigh somewhere between three and four hundred pounds. I grew up seeing him at church every week. A quite man, he earned his living as a factory worker in Pontiac, Michigan. I remember he would lean down with a gigantic smile, stretch out his enormous hand and say hello every time I saw him. He faced hardships and overcame. He was a great man.