praying for me

I was walking through downtown Akron, eerily quiet on a Saturday morning, when a man approached asking for help. We walked together to the place where he was trying to get a room and I gave him the money I had with me. Then he asked God to bless me. And said he would pray for me, assuring me that God heard his prayers.

That afternoon I was late for mass, arriving just as Psalm 69 was being read. This line caught my ear: "For the Lord hears the needy..."

I'm glad to have him praying for me. His name is Vinny.