He was a rough looking guy with a ball cap and a big beard. He was probably in his 50s and stout. I asked him my question. When I first walked up to him, he just sized me up, not saying a word. Then he said I could pray for him. "Absolutely. My mother prays for me, and my brother-in-law is a pastor."
So I prayed for him. He thanked me, and we shook hands.
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