He was very cooperative. I didn't really expect it. Stereotypes can do that. He was standing next to a car, innocently enough. But he had a goatee, white with age, and was wearing a Harley Davidson ball cap. So when I stopped to ask if I could pray for him, I really didn't know what to expect. But as always, I was ready for anything -- from getting yelled at to getting a hug.
But I remember his bright blue eyes, looking at me curiously. Those eyes showed surprise at first, and then -- once I explained my project -- they showed interest. "Sure you can pray for me," he said, still looking at me intently. So I did. Afterward, he shook my hand and thanked me. He said his name was Larry.
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