| Say a
I was taking my usual morning
walk when a garbage truck pulled up beside
me. I thought the driver was going to ask
for directions. Instead, he showed me a
picture of a cute little five-year-old boy.
"This is my grandson,
Jeremiah," he said. "He's on a
life-support system at a Phoenix hospital."
Thinking he would next
ask for a contribution to his hospital bills,
I reached for my wallet. But he wanted something
more than money.
He said, "I'm asking
everybody I can to say a prayer for him.
Would you say one for him, please?"
I did. And my problems
didn't seem like much that day.