He was filling his car up with gas at Snacks, a little convenience store in Park City. I stopped to ask him my question. He was probably about 20 years old, a tall skinny guy wearing baggy pants. He shrugged when he heard the question, "OK." So I prayed for him, asking for God's blessing in whatever the guy was doing that day.
He warmed up then, as people often do. He said his name was Anthony, and he thanked me twice as I was getting into my car to leave.
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