Gus.

[Risk No. 276] Gus was the parking attendant at a local restaurant. It was the rare evening where my wife and I enjoyed a double date. I felt compassion for him on the way in but didn’t stop. On the way out I was reminded of the odds that I’ll ever see Gus again. It’s crazy, but even in a medium-sized town, the odds of seeing a stranger twice are way low. I strolled over to him and thanked him for helping us find a great parking spot. I asked him how I could pray for him. He couldn’t think of anything specific so I asked if I could just pray a general blessing over him. He agreed and I thanked God for Gus and for the work that He was/is/will be doing in him.