He drove a large white pickup. On the side it said "RCL: Railroad Controls Limited." So he worked on the railroad -- I suppose fixing or installing train signals or something. He may have been from Texas. That seemed to be where his company was based. He was in his early 30s and seemed to be an easy-going guy.
I asked him if I could pray for him just has he was hopping into the truck. He looked me over with a wry look. "A 10-second prayer, huh?" he said. I told him that's about all the time I needed. "Well, go ahead," he said. So I prayed. He was kind of amused by it. But I just thanked him, and he did the same -- "Thanks bud!" And then he was gone.
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