opportunity lost?

A week ago I had a hair appointment, but was still not able to drive due to my surgery, so my sweet husband chauffeured me on his way to work. He had an appointment that started earlier than mine, so I planned to grab a quick breakfast at the coffee shop next door to my salon while I waited. I had seen Java Lounge many times, but had never actually gone in. It was very artsy and reminded me a lot of my past- a little dark & rebellious. A young man lingered up the the counter to take my order after I had been standing there for several minutes. He reminded me a little of Jack Sparrow- even though I've never seen any of the PotC movies. There was even a pirate plaque hanging behind him on the wall. He was friendly, but I couldn't help but notice his different appearance. He had a rimmed hat on, black eyeliner, a shirt with the top 3 buttons undone, and black nail polish. I don't think I was being judgemental of him, just very curious. He took his time preparing my order & didn't seem concerned about the line that was forming behind me. I was in no rush. In fact, I was enjoying the low-key atmosphere. It was relaxing, well, except for some of the goary artwork. When he finished with my breakfast, I took it and had a seat by a window. I updated my Facebook status to declare I was enjoying a peaceful breakfast at Java Lounge then sat back observing the people who came and went as I ate. I am a spectator. I could sit at the mall for hours & just watch people. I find them fascinating. I just love to try to figure out what makes people tick- why they act the way they do. This "pirate" that had served me really captured my attention- don't get the wrong idea- it wasn't any sort of attraction. When I was in jr. high & high school, I was drawn to be friends with his type; the underdog who usually rebelled because they didn't have a crowd to fit into. I always wanted to fix, or help them. I finished my meal- threw away my trash, thanked him & walked to my hair appointment.
This evening I sat at this computer and checked out our local newspaper's website. A headline read "local man featured in recent article killed in accident. 'click here to see article'". I couldn't believe my eyes. There was his picture, along with 2 of his friends. The article was about self proclaiming "bohemians" who go against the flow of modern society. One of his friends stated that some people go through life asking questions and some don't. He said that he does ask himself questions about what this life is all about. I have the answer to that question!!! If my server would've asked me, would I have been bold enough to tell him? Should I have waited for him to ask? I feel like I missed a wonderful opportunity to share the gift of eternal life with a young man who may not have had a clue. My heart is seriously grieved over this guy and his friends. The opportunity is gone- he's dead. Wow.