The Bear and his mate were in the St. Louis area, and stopped to eat on the east side of the Mississippi at a Thai restaurant. As the Bear made his way to the restroom to wash his paws, he passed a man sitting at a booth with a little girl. If you had to pick a celebrity to describe him you might pick Kenny Rogers, although you wouldn't be real close. He had a blue shirt on.
We were still waiting for someone to take our order when the man stepped up and asked to have a word with the Bear. Being the obliging sort, the Bear started to get up, but no, he said, that wasn't necessary. He put his hand on the Bear's shoulder and first announced he (the man) had been cured of cancer. Then he prayed for the Bear. It started something like this:
"Heavenly Father, I don't know what's ailing this Bear, but You do."
Really that's all the Bear remembers, but the gist of it was that the Bear gets to feeling better.
Then he just left, without saying goodbye, as least so far as the Bear can remember.
The Bear pondered the sincerity, spontaneity, and courage of the act, not to mention the kindness. He also considered how accurate the prayer was. Without going into non-blog territory, you may have noticed SCB hasn't been tended as diligently as it has been in the past.
The Bear doesn't have any more to say about it; res ipsa loquitur, as lawyers say.
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