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A mark of character
“You can judge a person’s character by the way he treats people who can’t help or hurt him”
I came across the above quote today, and my thoughts immediately went to an event that occurred when I was a child in my early teens. It happened in Cheyenne, Wyoming on a hot summer day. I was visiting relatives, and my cousins and I were out walking around in a small strip mall. Someone came up to me and said, “There is a guy over there giving out free ice cream!” I looked over, saw the crowd, and made a beeline to the free ice cream. My eyes were glued to the prize like a heat-seeking missile. Just a few feet before I got there, an arm gently stretched out and halted my momentum. I looked up to see a tall, smiling man. He greeted me warmly and said, “Hi, my name is Cliff Hansen…What’s your name?” I said, “My name is Steve and I’m from Kansas”. He said, “I’m running for senator in Wyoming, and I am asking people for their vote. Since you are from Kansas, you’ll just have to send in an absentee ballot”. “Sure”, I said. As his eyes twinkled, he held up his open hand and directed me to his left. “Would you like some ice cream?”
I remember how I felt after that event. I walked away feeling great about myself. For that brief moment, he made me feel like the greatest person in the world. It was no benefit to him. Not only was I too young to vote, I wasn’t even a resident. I couldn’t wait to go back to Grandpa and tell him about who I met. My grandfather was a die-hard Democrat and very active in politics. Cliff Hansen was a Republican. I asked Grandpa what he thought of Mr. Hansen. He replied, “He’s a pretty nice guy…for a Republican”. He smiled and winked.
Mr. Hansen radiated kindness and respect for others, and I never forgot that brief encounter with him. He served as a U.S. Senator until 1978. When he passed away in 2009, the praises and recognition were overflowing.