One of our good friends was already in the last years of his life when we met him.
Albert was a bachelor all his life. In WWII he had been a merchant marine who’d been on a sinking ship not once, not twice, but three times. He’d been a prisoner of war. His words often flew out of his mouth before he’d had a chance to sensor them. And he had definite opinions on everything.
He was the crustiest man we’ve ever known. Yet, through Albert’s actions he did lead like Jesus.
He put God first.