When you think of a strong man, what do you think of?
Is he tough?
Ripped with muscles?
Does he have endurance?
Or, the fortitude to adjust to any situation?
Before my husbands illness, he had all of the above and I always saw him as a strong man. It was not until he became ill, that I saw his true strength. No matter what is going on around him, or within his body, there is this light of sweetness, kindness, humor and grace that emulates from his very being. I do not know where he finds that strength. It must come from deep down or is something he was simply blessed with. It seems to come natural for him and because of this, I look up to him. I admire him. To me, this is true strength.