A big man,
muscular and stern,
his face carved with seriousness.
He approaches slowly—
anxiety creeps over you
with every step he takes.

You wonder:
Is he coming to warn me?
Or is he bringing vengeance?

Then, just a foot away,
he speaks—
a rough, rugged voice:
“Hello, my name is Philip.
Nice to meet you.”

And in that moment,
a wave of understanding washes over you.
His voice, though strong,
carries warmth—
a strange familiarity
that sweeps away your fear.

He smiles—
genuinely.
He offers a helping hand,
the kind only a rare soul extends.

A soul that gives 100%
and expects nothing in return.
One who would drop everything for you—
even on his last leg.

A kind, loving friend.
Perhaps a brother in spirit.

His kindness overwhelms your gratitude.
Could you ever repay him?
Not in one lifetime—
not even ten.

Could anyone ever replace him?
Oh, how I wonder.
How did we get so lucky
to encounter such a person?

Ooo, how I wish him nothing but success.
Ooo, how I have prayed for him.
Ooo, how I hope the world isn’t cruel to him.

Let not the world steal his kindness.
Let him never lose that smile,
his sunshine soul,
his beautiful innocence.

May he never break
under the weight of ungrateful hearts.
May he never lose himself
to things he cannot change.

May God protect his purity—
for people like Philip
are once-in-a-lifetime miracles.