Bob from The Tire Store fixed my flat and came close to bursting into tears.
I asked him what was wrong.
He said,”My Wife…”
And then his voice faded.
“Sorry I can’t talk to well.” He said.
Later he said, “She’s going for a biopsy.”
Let’s pray for Bob’s wife please.
Bob then added with an attempted grin.
“I’m the one to fix your tire though.”
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Love the humanity.
Thank you Shannon