Day 285: The machinist

He was pouring gasoline into a tank in the back of his pickup. He was maybe 50 years old, a big guy with a machinists' union shirt on. I walked over to him and he looked right at me, attentively. He didn't hesitate at my question, starting to pull the gas nozzle out of the tank. (He said yes.) I told him he didn't have to stop what he was doing. I just prayed a blessing for him. Then I thanked him and left. He still was filling that tank when I walked away.