I saw the stranger across the crowded room. My eyes were drawn to him like a dog to a raw steak. He looked lonely. I could tell that he needed a friend. I smiled broadly at him. He smiled back, and that was my cue.
I walked over to him. My words oozed with kindness as I asked, “If you died tonight, would you go to heaven?”
For some reason, it always ended awkwardly after that.
