The Measure of a Man

There is a standardby which I measure every man I meet. He stands five foot nine inches. His hair is snow white. He weighs in at approximately 160 . His smile is sweeter than honey … his Heart pure as gold, his Nature gentle and sunny. He is a giver not a taker … how rare. I have never known him to be the least bit unfair. Sincerity … Honesty … Integrity, these are the things … that come naturally to Him. He looks always for good and finds what others … fail to see. He is a Worker … A Dreamer … An Engineering Genius, shrouded in a cloak of Humility. Not prideful abut his Accomplishments … but rather … Excited by them.

The Spirit that Motivates Him … is unquenchable, his Faith … Never Failing. He can Lift a heavy load in his arms, as easily as he Holds with Love … A small child. He understands what Love is all about … He is my Dad.

He taught me to believe in Myself, Against all odds … However Rough the Road. He taught by example, Temp[ered always with Love andComplete Acceptance. His Strength was unfailing and he never stayed down. So neither can I. I want Him to be Proud of Me.

Man can Achieve Greatness only when he comes to understand and Remember … All that he has been given. It is with Humility that we Accept our Imperfecrtions, and it is with Faith … that we Overcome Them. My Dad is the greatest man I know. He is the standard by which I Measure every man I meet. It’s had to Compete.