The Oldest Person I Know

The oldest person I know is the pastor at my mom's church. He is in his early 80s, but I don't know anyone older than him. He is a man of average height with a kind face. His whole self is surrounded by an aura of kindness and compassion. His smile is warm and automatically makes you feel welcomed. He likes to joke around and at times, you can catch a glimpse of the energetic young man he once was. His voice is gentle and could probably calm an angered tiger. Yet, it commands respect from his congregation whenever he is speaking up front. He's very wise because he's obviously been through a lot. Many people hold him in high respect because he was active in the church as a young man and was one of the founders of the church he's now pastor of. So he is dedicated, responsible, and compassionate, even at the age he is in. I say this not to be disrespectful to old people, but some are just mean! They talk passively about my generation and say we don't know half the things we talk about or do. It can get pretty hard not to talk to back to those kinds of old people when they're openly insulting you. But, as my mom's pastor proves, not all old people are like that. He is the oldest person I know, but he is also the oldest person I know that's not grumpy or stubborn, or just plain mean.