He rests a clammy hand on my shoulder and closes his eyes. I can feel several other hands coming from all directions, some resting on my back, another on my shoulder. Conner places his hand squarely on the top of my head. Rose reaches out and places a hand on my knee. They all bow their heads as Kyle begins to pray.

“Lord God we just come before you today, on behalf of your servant Jeremiah."

While Kyle is praying I keep my eyes open and watch as the street light in front our complex flickers on as the sun is beginning to set. 

Kyle continues his prayer. "We just give thanks for the plan you have for him and for all the marvelous things you have in store for him.”

As I stare through the open screen door I begin fantasizing about running and jumping off the balcony.

“Abba father, I just ask for you to open his eyes" Kyle implores "so that he might see the path you have laid out before him.”

I start thinking about whether or not a jump from three stories up would kill me. It wouldn't right?

Kyle keeps going. "We come before you Lord as a group, as a family -- you tell us Jesus that when two are more gather in your name you are there. So we just invite you in.

Broken legs for sure, but if right when I hit the ground I did a little tuck and roll. I could survive it.