I have so many great memories with this guy; Nathan Spencer. My first mission trip to California, he sat outside a church one night singing all these amazing songs i'd never heard. I found out what CD it was, and it's one of my favorites to this day. When I found out about the accident tonight, everything became so surreal. Nathan and his girlfriend, Ellen, were on their way to Dallas. Somehow their truck rolled and nathan, who was not wearing his seat belt, was thrown out the windshield into a field. The words "they think he messed up his brain" still ring in my head. How could God, the creator of everything, master of all, allow something bad to happen to these kids. It just defies my understanding. Nathan played electric at church, and even brought me a coke last semester when i was helping the passion tour setup. He didn't have a ticket, and i had an extra, so i told him that it was his if he got me a coke. I could tell in his eyes that he really appreciated it. That moment will live on in my mind for years if he dies. I don't know for sure what will happen, but it doesn't sound good. The finality of death scares me; the mortal me. My only comfort is the Holy Spirit's whisper to my soul telling me it's not the end. The whisper is the only thing i have to grasp onto, because life sucks bad sometimes.