A kind and humble man.
I met him just yesterday,
Signing a guestbook again.
I don't even know how I got there,
But once I did I could see.
This site was like no other,
It was full of love and family.
Willie has traveled a hard old road,
He worked for years in a Kentucky coal mine.
He developed black lung as his reward,
And that was just the first sign.
He encountered more problems, too,
As he divorced a few years ago.
He boasts about his girls so dear,
And the grandkids that make him glow.
The one thing that gives him pleasure,
Is making new friends on the net.
It occupies a lot of his time,
To talk to friends he hasn't met.
I became one of those friends,
He says it was God's Will.
I think I might have to agree with him,
For I am receiving Blessings still.
He speaks of God, oh so often,
He rejoices in his new found life.
He is so thankful and humble,
You'd think he had never known strife.
So, Willie, my friend,
I wanted to take this time to honor you.
In the only way that I could,
By telling the world what a Saint you are,
After all the things you've with-stood.
Debbie Dodson
March 12, 2000
