A man I know of, only by the words he has written - is dying a horrible death, by cancer - that has spread throughout his body.
By most measures, he is probably not what you would deem a good man - but I have enjoyed his written words, the weaving of stories - always with keen humor - and the humanity and empathy that are expressed by his words.
His eye is well tuned to observe his fellow man.
The news of his imminent death gives me pause, for I have not yet written the greater part of the words that I will hopefully leave behind one day.
But I hope to be able to write with the humanity and empathy that his words have revealed for me.
I'm not a good man, and I'm not a bad man. I'm just a man with a boat - and a tool box. Passing through. Helping out. Searching. Learning.
Pardon me, I have some words to go write.
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