spent time this morning with a guy who tried to kill himself a few days prior. knew when i saw him that he was in trouble. listened to his stories of attempted suicide & about the people he wanted to gun down because they hurt him in some way. he was no murderer, but he was grieivng & broken. i prayed with him, but the real power was in the touch. i held him. and he held me back – tight – as if holding on for dear life.
