I went to the gas station on my way home from work, but before I stepped out, I just sat there and let the cool air blow through the vents in the car. It's been ridiculously hot. But there was a guy standing next to a white SUV filling up with gas, and I needed to finish my project for the day. I only have four weeks left!
He was probably in his 50s and was balding. His vehicle had the name of his company, some kind of equipment distributor I think, on the side. The guy looked at me like I was a little nuts -- like it was a silly thing to ask. But he said, really hesitatingly and without looking a me while he pulled his receipt from the gas pump, that I could pray for him. So I did. It was a short prayer. Perhaps pleased by that, he stuck out his hand and shook mine. He thanked me.
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