So I'm wandering around the car auction eyeing up a shiny citroen and I recognise Danny. I met Danny a year ago - we were ofering to pray for people in the street - felt a bit stupid, to be honest. Danny was watching bemused and asked me what we were doing. I chatted with him and he said that his mum suffered from agoraphobia and couldn't leave the house so I prayed for her while he puffed his cigarette.
Haven't seen Danny for a year and he turns up at the auction. He was surprised I knew his name and remebered the encounter - "how's your mum", I asked. "She's better" he smiled, "thanks", he said. Got outbid on the citroen but left with a skip in my step - who needs a citroen?
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