MANICHAEAN
01-05-2012, 07:10 PM
If you looked closely enough, there were as yet, depths to him that had still not been touched. Something about the steady look in the eyes, that blinked infrequently, the movement of the hands that almost suggested something of the rite of communion. Forged in the furnace of affliction, he had like so few of his kind before him, somehow emerged stronger.
When he entered a room he was noticed. He was a big man, but not showy. There was about him a strength that was an attracting force to those that were in need of succour.
Men admired him and were respectful in his presence, whilst to women he was like the Papa of childhood to whom one took all their problems, venial or otherwise.
When he entered a room he was noticed. He was a big man, but not showy. There was about him a strength that was an attracting force to those that were in need of succour.
Men admired him and were respectful in his presence, whilst to women he was like the Papa of childhood to whom one took all their problems, venial or otherwise.