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find. But no. When I looked into her dark eyes, I found only mercy. Beth held me close, covering me with kindness, understanding, and love. No anger, no bitterness, only love.
    “Kevin, this could have happened to anyone. It was an accident. Of course you blame yourself. That’s just human nature. But when things calm down, you’ll realize it’s not true. Honey, don’t condemn yourself. God won’t, and neither will anyone else.”
    I wasn’t sure she was right about any of this, but I felt certain she was being sincere. If Beth was nursing any bitterness or blame toward me for what had happened, I would have been able to sense it in her voice and body language. Her acceptance was a lifeline I desperately needed in that moment.
    “So put all that out of your mind,” she said. “All I want to know is whether you’re all right. Are you sure you don’t have any injuries?”
    “I’m fine. In fact, I’m a lot better after seeing you. Thanks.”
    Separate paths had brought Alex, Beth, and me together at the hospital. Yet all we knew was that Alex was barely alive and could slip away at any moment . . .
From Alex I Watch from the Ceiling For he will conceal me there when troubles come; he will hide me in his sanctuary. He will place me out of reach on a high rock. Psalm 27:5When we got to the hospital, I was watching everything that happened from the corner of the emergency room, near the ceiling. Jesus was standing there beside me.I was not afraid. I felt safe.The doctors were very busy, working on my body, which by this time was kind of blue. The doctors talked a lot about me, and they didn’t have much good to say. They all thought I wouldn’t make it. One doctor did say, “He might come back.” Mostly though the medical workers were sad and talked a lot about me not surviving.While everyone was talking about my not living, Jesus said to me that I would survive the accident. He also told me I would breathe on my own after some time had passed.Then I looked down, and I watched as they attached a steel bolt to my head and said that it was going to hurt. (I heard later that this thing was for measuring the pressure in my brain.) Then they started putting something down my throat, and Jesus moved me into Heaven.Jesus didn’t want me to watch what they did because He didn’t want me to remember it later and be scared.I saw one hundred and fifty pure, white angels with fantastic wings who were all calling my name. If you didn’t know they were friendly, they would be really scary. After a while, they all said, “Alex, go back.” I did go, but Jesus went with me and held me during my time in the emergency room.

Chapter 3 72 Hours The doctors had spoken . . . and now we waited on God.
    At last a medical assistant led Beth and me to a small conference room. The doctor wanted to speak with us privately. It seemed like hours before he arrived. After we exchanged a few courtesies, he pulled out an X-ray of the injured area at the base of Alex’s skull. No medical knowledge was needed to understand the hideous truth the darkened image revealed. Something in me could not accept that this was a picture of Alex’s spine. Instinctively, I glanced at the bottom left corner of the sheet: WILLIAM ALEXANDER MALARKEY . Those three words were so final, so unambiguous. Any thoughts that the situation might not be all that bad vanished.
    The doctor moved across the room to a whiteboard. He sketched a normal spinal column and next to it a picture of Alex’s spine. It was easy to see what was wrong. The first vertebra below his skull had been pulled apart from the second and stood at a forty-five-degree angle.
    Turning to us, the doctor began, “I must be frank with you. Alex’s situation is extremely serious. Injuries involving this spinal alignment virtually always result in death. In point of fact, Alex is presently being kept alive by artificial means. He does have a youthful constitution in his favor, but if he