We stopped for a late afternoon coffee in the small groovy southwest Michigan town at Infusco, a good cafe. A pleasant young man started chatting with me about my broken arm, asking questions and expressing sympathy. What I wasn’t expecting was for him to ask if he could pray for me. Why not. I’ll take any help I can get even if I don’t believe in jesus. So right in the middle of the cafe, he prayed for arm to heal and mentioned that Jesus loves me. I thanked him and off we went to stretch our legs in sawyer before hitting the road again to Huntington Woods.for future reference the town with the fruit stands near Coloma, Michigan