Nick.

[Risk No. 673] Nick was outside BNA smoking a cigarette when the wind blew his check-in papers out of his hand and right toward me. I said hello and asked where he was headed. “Boston.” Oh, cool, I’m headed up to the Northeast soon. I shared that I saw him as someone who, once on board with something, remained committed to it. He smiled. Asked if I could pray a blessing over his day. Held hands and prayed Jesus would move mightily and that Nick would be moved mightily toward him.