And the officer’s own parents lost their only son according to a newscast I just watched.
When I visit NYC, some of my favorite conversations are with cab drivers. They come from countries all over and I can feel God tugging at my heart to veer the conversation in a spiritual direction when possible. Even if it’s not meant to get TOO deep, it’s always a blessing to hear people’s stories, and where they stand with regard to faith — and to plant a seed if given the moment.
I like Jimmy Faila!😀