He was loading several bags of groceries into the back of a work van that declared he was a plumber, or at least worked for a plumbing company. He was wearing an orange hoodie and a ballcap. I stopped next to him and asked if I could pray for him.
He let out a little sigh. He was about 30 years old, maybe, and seemed fairly disgusted by it. "Why?" he asked. I told him my story about asking someone every day. He dropped a six pack of pop into the van and reached to shut the back door and said that OK, I could pray for him.
But when I asked if I could pray right then, he promptly said no and slammed the door, leaving me there. I prayed for him as I drove home.
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