Day 312: The firefighter

I can only assume he was a firefighter. He had one of those firefighter license plates. He was a young guy, stout, with a mustache. For me, he just seemed to fit the profile of a firefighter. I asked to pray for him and he hesitated only a moment before telling me I could. This was at the QuikTrip in Park City. He had been filling up a little pickup truck. I prayed a quick prayer, and then he shook my hand and thanked me.