posted on Nov, 9 2007 @ 01:15 AM
OK, So I'm sittin' here doin' some thinkin'... So I says to myself, Self? Who is the greatest man ever?
Clark Kent? Nah.... he hid behind those silly glasses that tricked everyone and stuff.
TThe president of the mightiest nation ever? G W Bush..HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA - Oops, sorry...
Hmmmmm... The greatest person, the greatest person..
C'mon Brain - do your thing.........
A simple man named Joe. A man who always did the right thing. As I was growing up I spent ALOT of time with him. He would tell me stories for hours on
end. We would spend an hour having an adventure opening up a walnut. Sounds silly, but he made it an adventure.
We would spend an afternoon making common items make noises. He could make just about anything make a musical noise. A piece of paper, a leaf suddenly
became whistles. A rubber band became a guitar. A milk carton became a drum. A piece of wax paper along with a comb became a harmonica.
His clothes were always clean. His shoes were always shined. I can't remember seeing him without his crooked smile. I say crooked as the left side of
his face was paralized due to sunstroke he suffered as a young man.
He would rake up leaves for hours so I could jump in them. Then he would rake them again.. It wasn't until I was older that I realized the agony he
was in when he would hold his back, and take a half minute to stand upright. But he never complained about it, and would rake until I had enough.
He knew what it was to be hungry. He knew what it was to be scared and alone. He made sure that I never did.
My version of being hungry is - 'Damn! Is it lunchtime yet?'
My version of being alone is - 'Where the heck are my wife and son, they've been gone for an hour. Where's my cell phone?"
Coming from nothing, he made himself a success. He would come home from work after a 15 hour day, and throw me around and wrestle until I was tuckered
out.
At the time of my youth, there was no cable TV. We had approx 4 stations on regular TV, and another 3 or 4 on UHF. It didn't matter what I wanted to
watch, he would act like it was his favorite show while we sat together.
He taught me what it is to be a gentlman. Always open a door for a lady. Look into a persons eyes when you speak. Call a lady Miss until she asks you
to address her in another manner. Never wear a hat indoors.
He also taught me to stand my ground for what I believed in. He showed me that helping and protecting those who need the help is just the right thing
to do.
When I was in the hospital., he was the FIRST one to be there, and the LAST one to leave.
When I was unsure of what was happening with my adolescent genitalia, he was the one who made it make sense. Well as much sense as it can make. I
still don't really understand the judgements, and thinkin' when 'down there' is involved.
He literally made me a fishing pole from a bamboo pole and a piece of string. I don't think we ever caught 1 fish, but sitting with him and talking
was priceless. He would always wear a hat, unless he was indoors of course. When we were fishing, he would wear a straw hat. I had a matching one.
He took great pride in being an American. He was a long standing member of CD. He voted. He flew his flag proudly, and would never let her fly in
inclimate weather or after sundown. He stood with hand on heart for the Star Spangled Banner.
I saw him get a little teary eyed when I watched Old Yeller with him.
Yep. No Doubt. The Greatest man I've ever known.