I was sitting at a traffic light in a small town in Indiana today. A car pulled up next to me, and ahead of me a bit. I saw through the open window the man in the car passenger seat had oxygen tubes, and looked real sick. He was quite an older man. I started praying silently for healing for him. Immediately he turned around and stared at me. He wasn't moving around very easily and turning around to look at me was hard for him. I smiled at him, but he wasn't friendly at all. They drove away, and I changed what I was praying a little -- for deliverance from whatever in him was freaking out because of a prayer.