He walked out of the parking garage, pulling one suitcase on wheels and with another on his shoulder. He was in front of me, headed for the Hotel at Old Town. And then he stopped to finish smoking his cigarette. So I stopped next to him, asking him my question.
He said I could pray for him. He was probably 50 years old, but I couldn't really peg him -- whether he was traveling on business or not. But I prayed for him. "I appreciate that," he said.
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