To see a man, once so strong, so sturdy and so fit, reduced to a sharp edges, a stomach of air and frail old joints, does much for one's own sense of triviality.
To see a man, with a once booming voice and commanding tone, meekly answering you like a child and looking to you for the answers he would never have needed to ask the questions to just six years past, shows you just how short today is, with tomorrow looming ever near.
To see a man, who was once a pillar of strength, reduced to an invalid relying on someone's hand, or a walking stick, or any other object near enough to support his weight, makes you appreciate the flexibility and power in your limbs.
I see such a man every day and night. And every day and night, God teaches me about Humility.
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