Courson praised
Some astute writer once wrote that life is a journey and unconditional love makes that journey worthwhile. About a year past my wife and I were having dinner in Uniontown’s newest Chinese Restaurant at Cherry Tree. While selecting items from their ample buffet I could not help notice a goliath of a man ahead of me. Being naturally curious, I asked him if he were a professional wrestler. He said no, but that he was a physical fitness trainer who emphasized nutrition and exercise. Being interested myself in those subjects, we conversed for several minutes about them. He generously volunteered his answers.
When I sat down at our table, my wife asked me who that was. I said I did not know but sure he was a giant both physically and mentally.
Now just a few days ago I read the excellent coverage in the Herald Standard of the tragic accidental death of Steve Courson, the great lineman of the Pittsburgh Steelers, who helped the team to two Super Bowl victories.
At that time I finally realized to whom I had spoken at the Chinese Restaurant. He did not say he was a former formidable Steeler great. He possessed no pride or arrogance, which one might expect. It did not ever bother him in the least that I did not recognize him.
We have truly lost a dear, kind, generous soul who loved all people and animals and freely gave of his time. My journey through life was made that much better in those few precious moments when I met Steve Courson.
Floyd A. Laubham
Fairchance