I wish I had more words to say right now, but I don't. I don't have any message other than those obvious challenges to live your life fully, love people, and crazy love God.
It's horrible remembering that night, the helplessness, the shock. But the ever-growing, opposite reaction of goodness, redemption, and beauty overwhelms me. I could not be more grateful for the young man whose life has in so many ways shaped mine. Jimmy, I wish you were still here. I wish I could have done something. But I'm still here. I'll keep loving those beautiful people you loved, especially the ones at a little, run-down, migrant school in the slums of Beijing. And I'll keep pushing into God, knowing that only in Him do we find purpose, comfort, and fulfillment.
Until I see you again.