Years ago I used to do volunteer work at a Day Centre for the homeless and one of the regulars on the staff was a Christian pastor who did whatever he could to help the clients sort out their problems. He rode a Harley motorcycle and looked like your typical outlaw bikie - bearded, six feet tall and weighing about 250 pounds; not the sort of guy you'd pick an argument with.
In reality, as you've probably already guessed, he was a gentle giant and not even slightly dangerous.
In reality, as you've probably already guessed, he was a gentle giant and not even slightly dangerous.
There were occasions, however, when a fight would break out, and the pastor was able to use his height and weight to get things calmed down fairly quickly. When a couple of skinny little street fighters see a 250 pound bikie lumbering towards them they quickly decide that it might be a good idea to sit down and behave themselves.
My favourite memory is the day I saw the pastor talking to one of the more belligerent clients. I have no idea what they were arguing about, but just as I walked past them I heard the pastor saying, "If you keep on talking like that, I'll rip your fucken head off and shit down your neck."
Postscript:
Of course the pastor had no real intention of using violence. He was just sending a message to the client in a language the client understood.
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