By Chuck Baldwin: Another great man has fallen…
There are several advantages (I guess) to living over a half-century. For one thing, you figure you have seen just about all the ways that so-called friends can betray you. With apologies to Jay Leno, when I die, I’m going to have it in my will that six of my old traitorous “friends” will be the ones who lower me in the grave just so I can know that it will be the very last time they will let me down. There are several other benefits to getting older, I’m sure. But I guess my memory is at the point where I have a hard time remembering what they are.
However, one of the things (of which there are also several) that I hate about getting older is watching the people whom I have long loved and admired pass away. For so long, I always thought of myself as the kid on the block. There were so many wonderful mentors and friends from whom I could draw wisdom and strength. Suddenly, I am beginning to feel old – and very alone.
I became a clone of none of these men; I had significant differences with some of them. With others, our hearts were knit as one. But each of them contributed substantially in helping to mold me (for better or worse, depending on who you talk to) into what I am today.