“The matter with human beans,” the BFG went on, “is that they is absolutely refusing to believe in anything unless they is actually seeing it right in front of their own schnozzles.” – Roald Dahl, The BFG


{gentle:// not severe, rough, or violent; mild}


A tall, stocky man meanorded around the room. Other bystanders had come and gone but not a single one mentioned a word to this mysterious guy. The young girl spent the majority of the day observing. She noticed that very rarely did the man make eye contact with anyone. It was like he was consumed in his own world to even notice the rest of the house filled with over 20 others. Every once in awhile the man sat but didn’t rest long. He seemed like a complicated puzzle but she was willing to take the challenge.


By the end of the weekend she was going to have that “giant” talking to her. The checkerboard was set out. Dark wooden squares amalgamated in with lighter wood. As the young girl sat, she noticed the man revealing interest in the simple game. Next thing she knew the young girl was playing checkers with this perplexing man. He wasn’t so scary after all.


There was a unique type of magic in the air. After the boardgame encounter, there was no chance of separating the young girl and her precious new friend. She gathered little tidbits each day piecing together more of this gentle soul’s life. He was a fantastic ball player, swooshing the ball in the net time after time. Board games were his speciality. The young girl very seldomly beat the man in an intense game of checkers. Card games were also one of his many secret talents. But most importantly, to the young girl’s new friend, was that any given person could easily win his heart with candy or frozen yogurt.

There was a connection between the two that was irreplaceable. They were like two childhood best friends that could not be divided. As the young girl was spreading her butterfly wings, he too was busting out of his cocoon right before her eyes. To some he was “crazy” but the young girl absolutely hated that word. To her, he was the young girl’s “big friendly giant” and nothing could ever change that.  


Proverbs 27:17 – As iron sharpens iron, so a friend sharpens a friend



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