Day 225: An auctioneer

I didn't catch the name on his hat, but I did catch the word "auctioneer." And he had to look of one, standing next to a big white pick-up truck, wearing jeans and a mustache. He was a tall guy, probably in his 50s. I asked him my questions. "Sure!" he said. But he told me I couldn't pray for him right then. "I don't have time," he said. Then he got in his truck. I thanked him as he did so, and I left, praying for him on my way home.