Day 256: The wrestler

I don't know for a fact that he was a wrestler. But he was a big, burly guy with a shaved head. He was maybe 20 years old, wearing a Valley Center t-shirt. I just figured him for a wrestler. I stopped him at the gas station to ask him my question. He looked me over. "Sure," he said with a look like "Why not?" So he bowed his head, and I prayed for him, asking God to bless him in whatever he was doing that night. Afterward, I told him about my project. He shook my hand with a firm grasp, "You're a good man," he said.