He was filling a green truck up with gas. He was about 60 years old with a mustache and sunglasses. The sun was right in my face when I asked him my question. I got that feeling you get when someone really doesn't want to talk to you. He kind of grunted when I first got his attention, and then gave me the long pause afterward.
Then he smiled a little and said, "yes." I asked if he had 10 seconds for a quick prayer right then. He answered, smiling more broadly now, "I'm awfully busy." At that, I chided him just a little -- "Not even 10 seconds?" He nodded then and let me pray for him, which I did.
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