We were at Wesley Hospital today to visit Mary's grandfather, who had fallen and broken his hip. We will continue to pray for him. On the way out, I stopped a guy who was on his way in. He was probably 25 years old, wearing a ball cap and boots -- looking like he was straight in from the farm.
He didn't like my question. He kind of sighed and chuckled and clearly had no idea what to say. He patted me on the shoulder, mumbled something that I couldn't understand and then walked away. Figuring that for a "no," I left.
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