Gentleness Is Manliness
In chicken soup for the soul, there is a story of a huge biker, the toughest guy you’d ever want to meet, covered in tattoos, piercings, and a vast scruffy beard, arrayed in leather vest and chaps and sporting heavy black boots. He has a face only a mother could love. Looking at him, you think to yourself, “This is one bad dude. He probably chews up cans for breakfast and spits out nails.” If you’d happen to get close to him and look closely, not at his eyes, of course. He isn’t the kind of person you want to make eye contact with. If you look closely at his vest, however, you might notice it wiggling, and if you watched it for a bit longer, you might see a tiny white kitten poke his head out of this biker’s vest. Astonished, you do a double-take and shake your head in wonder as this mountain of a man gently draws this tiny kitten out of his vest and cradles it in his palm while feeding it from his hand. This man radiates power and brute force, yet he cradles and cares for this k...