It's what I remember most about him: He had teeth that were very large and very straight. And I noticed it because he smiled. He thought my question was kind of funny -- not in a bad way funny -- but a wondering-if-I-was-playing-a-joke-on-him kind of funny.
He was standing next to a white pickup, with a topper, while he was filling it up with gas. He was a tall man, maybe 60 years old. He was dressed in business-casual. He said without much hesitation that I could pray for him. So I did. I thanked him. "Yes," he said. Yes, indeed.
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