My grandfather is the greatest man I will ever know. Perhaps this assertion puzzles you. What makes a man great? Frankly, I'm sure it would look silly on paper. It's more of a feeling or an understanding. Furthermore, this isn't a collective agreement amongst people. He is the greatest man I will ever know.

Nobody is perfect, and my grandfather is no exception. He's boring and dull. He was an accountant and likes to talk about money. He's close-minded and certainly not free from prejudice. But he has astounding qualities I believe I will find in no other person. His virtues are patience, acceptance, humility, and honesty. He is forcefully headstrong, and unearthly down to earth. What makes him the greatest, however, is the candid, disinterested approach he takes to everything. If he has thought something appropriate or worthwhile, he has done it. If he has thought something distracting or pernicious, he has abstained. He lives solely for justice, seeing life through a polarizing lens of two colors -right and wrong. His life is a manifestation of a rule. He is unaware that he himself exists.

He's also the only person I know who was born on the 27th of any month (this one). High five grandpa.