A Man of Many Words
Ever meet a person whom you are instantly intrigued by? Someone who emulates a life full of experience, passion, grace and triumph intertwined with immense pain and loneliness? That's my Grandfather . Growing up in the Mennonite religion taught him to work hard to provide for his family and to love and fear his God. He could never boast of wealth while growing up, but he could boast in a hard work ethic. It was that work ethic that laid a solid foundation for his eleven sons and daughters. But Grandpa wasn't the kind of man to hoard his hard-earned money. As far back as I can remember, strangers and friends were in and out of Grandpa's house. One time, I asked Dad who these people were that were always coming and going. He said they were people who owed Grandpa money. They were hardly ever there repaying debts; Grandpa probably wouldn't have let them. Grandpa always had a story to tell, and there was always an audience to share it with. He LOVED telling stories of his