when the Egyptian muslim man I met at the airport (with the broken arm) didn't call me back, I decided to call him and minister to him over the phone. I asked him to take his healthy arm, put it on his broken arm while I prayed in Arabic. I asked him what he was feeling and he told me it was all cold. I told him that the Lord was healing his arm. He wanted to know more about my faith - I was able to share a bit with him.
Now I'm waiting for him to call me with the final report on his arm!