A Gentle Giant

In the last few months, I have had several conversations with Chris. He is one of our diners. He is about 6’4″ and large. Of course he looks even bigger all bundled up in layers of winter clothes. He is soft spoken and articulate. He always says thank you, even if he arrives too late to get any food. He has a gentle way of sharing wisdom. He had been part of the conversation a couple months ago where I told another man that I had had over thirty different jobs that I could remember, before I started the icon business over nine years ago. That man said I sounded like a homeless man.

Chris asked me again last Thursday what it was I did for a living. I told him I was still making icons, although some days I wished that there were someone who could fire me, so I could do something else, but that my wife would not be happy with that.

He said, “So it’s good for a man to be married? ‘It is not good for the man to be alone.'”

I replied that it is good for me. I said, “I probably would have been dead years ago, if it weren’t for Bethann.”

Chris looked straight at me and said, “Wow. I can tell you really believe that.”

I said, “Yes. I wouldn’t take care of myself and I would take too many risks.”

I am thankful I met Chris. I am even more thankful that I met Bethann.