He was driving a black, older model Monte Carlo. He filled up with gas through the back of the car, by the license plate. On a side window was a big No. 3 -- for Dale Earnhardt. The guy himself was in his 40s, probably, with black hair and a mustache.
I asked to pray for him, and he leaned in to hear me better. Then he kind of looked at me strangely and said, with much hesitation, that I could pray for him. So I did. Then he surprised me by striking up a conversation about the weather. It was something like 104 degrees today, and it was poised to stay that way for the foreseeable future. "It's best just to stay inside, or go to a pool and just soak," he said. I agreed.
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