After work: I gave Ron the Yolo tract at the Walmart neighborhood market has pumps. I also slipped one to a man who was going to pay for his gas. At the super Walmart, Gruven and Rocillio, who parked near me, took the Spanish Yolo tract. Jamion, who was probably 16 or 17, was sitting on the bench near the pharmacy. He knew what Yolo meant when he saw the tract. He had a hospital band on his wrist. He said that he had stomach cramps. He had been shot right abode the stomach two weeks ago! I told him that he was fortunate to be alive. When I asked him what happens after we live once, he said "It's over!". I told him the illustration from Hell's Best Kept Secret about the ten speed limit signs. Please pray that Jamion repents and turns to Jesus!