John.

[Risk No. 653] We had dropped the cousins off at the agreed-upon rendezvous point, a cute little ice-cream shop somewhere near Orlando. Kissimmee maybe? I remember my kids asking me why a town was called "Kiss-ih-me." No idea! John took our orders and I told him that I saw him as a manager and someone who really enjoyed looking after people's needs. He smiled ear to ear. I asked if I could pray a blessing over him. We held hands and I thanked God for John's life and for the way He had wired him.

John asked me where I went to church and I told him it might be a far drive to come visit.

We chatted for a bit, he was a blessing of a brother.