This is Sam... from Isfahan... Iran. Yesterday while trying to catch a train to get a boat, I noticed my carry-on was ripping. Distracted + crammed in together, I asked him if it was the right train. He didn't speak much Greek, let alone English.
'I am Sam... refugee.. Iran.'
And right away I knew he was a Christian + the Lord even showed me he was from Isfahan (Why? don't know, just did!) He made it to Greece a few months, going to fly to Sweden soon, but he's all alone; his entire family's still in Iran. He asked me to pray for him.. I did.
A God-cident in my journey + suddenly, my ripped carry-on wasn't so important!