He was a tall, young guy with a shaved head, standing next to a green pickup. I was filling up our mini-van with gas and walked over to him. Something about him made me feel old. He couldn't have been more than 20, and he looked a little uncomfortable when I got up to him.
I just asked him my question. He mumbled a "What?" So I asked again, and he said yes. He had to say yes. I took note of a cross hanging from his necklace. So I prayed for him. He thanked me and shook my hand. He said his name was David.
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