His most distinctive feature was he was tall, standing well above me and well over his little four-door sedan as he filled up with gas. He was in his 20s and fashionably dressed, wearing thick-rimmed glasses. I stopped him before he folded himself up in his car to drive away. I asked him my question.
"I wouldn't mind that," he replied. So I prayed for him right there, just a short prayer asking for God's blessing. When I looked up, he had his hands clasped in front of him and his head bowed -- a picture of reverence. He thanked me and shook my hand before he left.
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