But he found he was too tired to care. “So,” Blake said as Cody slid into the backseat of his car and lay down, “were you scared when you got lost in the clouds up there?” Cody raised his head. “Uh, yeah!” “Well,” Blake said, “we were praying for you.” “We?” Pork Chop bit into his third donut, pausing a moment to savor it. “Yeah, we. I’m allowed to pray, dawg. Just because I’m not a church boy like you doesn’t mean I don’t pray. My people, you know, we’re very spiritual.” Cody let his head fall back onto the seat. “Some more than others, I guess.” “Anyway,” Pork Chop said, apparently ignoring the jab, “thanks for the donuts. Man, these boys are tasty.” “Well, thank you for praying for me. It worked. Hey, Blake?” “Yeah?” “You know what was weird about today? When I couldn’t see where I was going, it was so hopeless. I felt like I would never see light again. But when I finally climbed above the clouds and left them below me, there was the sun, shining just like always.”
