Like a Lion, far too far from the Gate.

I am not sure how to say what happened the other day at the Mall, while shopping with my Son and my Mom. I was alone, while my Son was looking to buy a Father's Day gift for me with his Grama's help, I was looking for some clothes for myself and had noticed some little girls staring at me and walking by and as I passed, they would stare at me with heads turned hard. I was using my crutches to walk amongst the racks of white shirts and such, while carrying my pick of a pin striped white shirt and trying to sort threw some black slacks. I noticed these two little red haired girls of about 8 or 9 years of age watching me, staring, witnessing my life. I am used to people looking at me, since I am a 200 lb man who would seem very tall at over 6'0", but hunched over, as though I were carrying the world on my back. Instead, I am only carrying, a camera, that is always with me (just a habit) and my coat, gently across my arm, a crutch and a walking cane hold me up quiet well. I guess all this would seem an impressionable sight. I really don't mind. Well, next moment, I could see the bottom half of a women approach directly in front of me, she said " excuse me sir" I apologized and stepped out of the way thinking, she would walk past, I was in her way, but I couldn't see her face, (if I am standing or walking, I just can't raise my head up high enough to do so, not for her or for a car that was coming for me). Instead, this women stood at my side with her two little girls in front of me and said " I saw you and I needed to talk to you to ask, can I pray for you?" I felt a hand on my arm and heard a soft prayer, right now, right then and right there, on the spot. I am not sure of how to say it, but she bent down and I saw this healthy, strong, clear eyes of a women with two little girls, who could easily look into my face from their little angelic eyes, into my eyes. At that moment her husband, the girls father, who at about 6' 4" tall and maybe 250 lbs, smiled, hugged his little family, then disappeared into the crowd. At that moment, I was alone, left with that gift of prayer, recognized as a brother by such strength, power and compassion of a family who loves God and giving. I love God, with all my strength and always have, although lately, I have been speaking to Him like a Lion far too far from the Gate.