I visited Ducky today at countingducks.wordpress.com. He wrote a post titled, “Getting To Know People,” that brought back a memory for me from several years ago.
It was late afternoon, the store was quiet and a breeze was blowing through the big doors. An older stranger drove in, and turned off his truck. He just sat there looking straight ahead with his arm laying along the window frame. I approached his door but didn’t say anything. I glanced out to see what he was looking at. The pasture across the road had good grasses, trees, and cattle grazing slowly in the late afternoon sun.
His eyes were red and moist as he was trying to compose himself. He looked up at me – I placed my hand on his forearm as he started to cry. When he began to sob as though his heart would break, I held him through the window like I would a child. When he could catch his breath, he said, “I didn’t even know what a prostate was. The doctor just told me I have prostate cancer and it doesn’t look good.” I prayed with him to ask God for mercy and peace.
We did not talk. When he was calm enough to drive, I handed him a cold bottle of water. He opened it and took a long drink. With a weak smile and a nod, he turned the key and slowly drove away down the road. I thought to myself, “He’ll be alright now.” I never saw him again.