Just the other day. They were both young, serious-faced young men.
They were probably transferring somewhere (or one was) as they were going to catch a train.
I thought, for a fleeting moment, that I should ask him about how he felt about the racist history of the Mormon Church?
But I decided against it, because I thought: "I really do not want to get into a debate about this so early in the morning and I do not want to crush the poor fellows heart."
So I hurried on to the office (running late again, as usual!) and hoped that someday, he and his companion would know the truth. And be set free.