"I appreciate that, Joey, I really do." David clasped Joey's hands and closed his eyes, bowing his head in prayer, asking that he and his little daughter be protected from harm. David didn't always know exactly what he was doing with his Saintly influence except for what he felt in his heart, but he laid a small blessing on Joey, and next time little Olivia's stroller rolled towards a road, or she was close to falling down some stairs or touching something she shouldn't, that danger would be averted.