K. Chesterton was a man I would like to have met. This British journalist had a voracious appetite and weighed nearly 300 pounds. He was also a heavyweight in the literary world. He had a keen grasp of human nature and a sharp tongue which often cut to the bone. When a magazine ran an article entitled, “What’s Wrong with the World?” Chesterton responded. He told them what’s wrong with the world in two words. His reply, “I am,” and signed it, “Yours truly, G. K. Chesterton.” Wow! Chesterton was big more ways than one because it isn’t easy to say, “What’s wrong with the world is me!”