Mark boards a crowded airplane, finds his aisle seat, wedges himself in and fastens his seatbelt. Beside him, staring out the window is a thin, sickly man. Mark extends his hand to the man.
“Hello, I’m Mark Smith.”
The man meets his gaze, declines his hand and introduces himself.
“Joe Smith.” He reaches under the seat in front of him, extracts a huge pill organizer. The thing must contain three dozen or more pills. The man answers the question in Mark’s eyes. “I have Aids, I’m HIV positive.”
Instinctively and before he can stop himself, Mark shrinks back away from the man, his body leans into the aisle and he knows his eyes are wide in fear.
Embarrassed by his lack of love for his fellow human being, Mark takes his bible from his briefcase, and asks the man, “I’m a Pentecostal preacher. Can I pray with you brother?”
The man shrinks back away from Mark, pushes himself against the plane’s window, his eyes wide in fear.