When your wife is involved in everything -- and I mean everything -- you can have a grocery list that goes something like this: 150 balloons (black and white), 500 toothpicks, and allergy medicine. There's a sock-hop at the elementary school coming up, and Mary's in charge. So balloons and, for some reason, a lot of toothpicks are required. (The allergy medicine was for me.)
So I was checking out at Walmart with this stuff and asked the clerk, a young Asian guy, if I could pray for him. He was surprised, naturally, but he said I could. So I did. He bowed his head for the prayer. Then I shook his hand, thanked him and left.
I'm not going to blow up all those balloons.
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