It started with me showing one of my listings this morning. I wasn't able to show it yesterday because the seller was being uncooperative. The buyer was patient enough and liked the house to come back this morning. We did. He liked the house, took some pictures, and I explained to him how it would work if I'm representing both him and the seller. Afterwards, I passed out listing postcards to the neighbors and left after doing a couple blocks.

I went a direction I normally would not have gone. And I stopped by the store before I went to my full time job to pick up a few things. I took my time leaving the parking lot and was driving towards my work when I saw some cars stopped at a four way stop, and when I drove past I rubbernecked. Like most of us would. And there was a man laying on the street with his face propped up by the curb. Blood was all over his face and on the pavement. He looked dead.

My mouth must have been agape and I said a quick prayer. Because there's nothing that I would be able to do I thought. People were around him, I'd just be in the way. Then I was told to turn around and go pray over him.

Now, I'm not going to argue with God. I sometimes don't always listen. That's usually about stuff he tells me not to do. And it usually doesn't involve another human being laying bloody on the street.

I turned around and got out of the car. I had never seen a dead body before that wasn't in a casket. Each step I took, I didn't want to go closer. "You don't know if he is dead. Do you know if he knows My Son yet?" "What if this is his last few minutes on this earth?" Ok.. Ok.. Not my will.. But Yours I said..

As I walked across the street he had moved his head. Praise God. He wasn't dead. A lady was on the phone calling 911. Some people were just looking at him and walked away. A lady with some dry cleaning came down and placed a blanket under his head to elevate it and talked to him. I kneeled down next to him, placed my hand on his shoulder and just started to pray for him.

He wasn't hit by a car. I overheard that he had a seizure and fell. No one around me knew him. He would go in and out of conscienceness and I would talk to him, call him my brother and pray over him. Dry Cleaning Lady would talk to him to keep his eyes open. I looked at Cell Phone Lady and she just got off the phone with 911 and she said she had his phone. I asked her to look thru the directory to find someone that might look it would be a relative.

I continued to pray over him and hold his shoulder. He couldn't form words and didn't know what was going on. I just prayed that Jesus be with him and that any injury be healed quickly. He started to become more coherant, and Cell Phone Lady found his Dad's number. But Dad's in Houston. 200 miles away from the four way stop at Silicon and Fairinon. He seemed to move when I spoke about Jesus. So, I knew that I was there for a reason. Even when I could do nothing more.

The ambulance arrived when we found out his name was Jason. The EMTs came out and recognized him as helping him before. He lives in the apartments about 150 yards from the four way stop. He's had seizures before. Apparently he hasn't been taking his medicine.

The Dad wanted to talk to the EMT. I knew everything was going to be all right. Dry Cleaning Lady had already started walking down the sidewalk. I got up, turned around and exchanged looks of "I'm not sure I was any help, but thank you anyways" with Cell Phone Lady, and we walked to our respective cars.

I drove past Dry Cleaning Lady and saw Cell Phone Lady drive off in my rear view mirror. Three strangers with nothing in common other than a fourth stranger in need of help. . All coming together through the events of the past few hours and continuing on and adjusting for the time we spend there. But even after the three of us left the fourth who we now know as Jason wasn't alone, a Friend remained. A Friend named Jesus. For He is a Friend that will sticketh closer than a brother. He will never leave you nor forsake you. And I felt confident that Jason would be ok.

I know that there's a lot more going on in this world with wars over seas and fires threatening cities. So, a man who hasn't been taking his meds might not seem like a big deal. But if we don't stop to talk, call, or pray for these single people. Why the heck are we fighting the fires and the wars over seas?

God Bless you all my friends. If and when you pray, can you please say a quick prayer for Jason. It doesn't have to be much. Just something to help him out a bit.