He was a short round guy. I bet he was about 70. He was wearing a hat that said something like, "I survived Vietnam." He moved very slowly as he filled up his car with gas. I asked him my question, and he turned slowly toward me with a weathered face and expressionless eyes. He kind of grunted out a "yes." But then he said something like, "not right now." And he began the slow journey around to the driver's side of his car, leaving me standing there.
I prayed for him on my way home.
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