Day 287: Twang

He was a young guy with a shaved head, freckles and glasses. He had a little Texas accent. He was driving  a pickup. I took him for a farm kid. I asked him my question and he immediately said "yes." At first, he went to pull the gas nozzle out of his truck (we were at Quik Trip), but I stopped him and said a quick prayer. He crossed himself then and reached out to shake my hand. I really appreciate that, he said.