Ode to Earl
My neighbor at my former residence, the place I now call the big house, is an extraordinary person. A huge blessing to us as a neighbor and one of those people you are constantly impressed by. Earl lost his wife to cancer while we lived next to him. He has two very successful grown sons and a wonderful house. He is a decade or two older than me and keeps himself in great shape. He runs all the charity events and places at the top of his categories. He lives well, not extravagant, but does a lot of traveling with his kids and his in laws. He takes his father in law out often, works with Habitat For Humanity every Wednesday, and Volunteers at a food Kitchen down town on a regular basis. He spends a lot of his energy helping others. He is the kind of person that almost falls over himself to offer what ever help he can. One time he mowed our lawn for us. Because he knew we needed a hand. Mind you, that was an acre of hills and obstacles. He is always there when we need someone to watch the pets, or help load an appliance, or just get advice about the lawn. Earl has become a deer friend, and an example for me, as a man. I had another friend once who liked to employ the phrase "a prince of men". This phrase fits well for Earl.