The Power of Prayer

Delta Terminal, LaGuardia, late 1970s. Nick remembers. Amid the arriving throng, he inched ahead. Next to him, a balding businessman, in gray suit, striped tie hanging over paunch, clutching his weathered briefcase, remarked: “Hard to believe this. Every day. Why’d you come?”

“I’m here searching for my son. My ex-wife is hiding him.”

The man halted, took Nick’s elbow: “I’ll pray you find him.”

“Thank you.”

Shaking hands, they parted. In good time, Nick found his boy. He doesn’t know about a higher power. Only the power he projects each day, praying for all who are lost, sick, troubled, dying.