Here's a story, of a man named Brady, he had three boys of his very own

Summer nights are quite possible the best thing ever invented. They are up there with play-dough, the slinky, and the English muffins that you fork open because they are pre-cut.
In my effort to soak up the love that summer sheds in heaps and bounds, I decided to eat my dinner, at 11:30 pm, on our back deck.
Did you know the door to our back deck gets stuck?
I didn't.
It was beautiful, the sky was clear and I could see some stars. The valley twinkled with lights and I watched the stop light at the intersection of 1700 East and Wasatch Blvd. change from green to yellow to red, repeat. This is a prime writing time. Thoughts in a journal to read later and laugh at your hand writing because you were writing in the dark.
I turned around to open the door and, well. . . . .
This wasn't a problem. I had snuck in the house this way by climbing up the wooden slabs nailed to the support beams.
Did you know that in the effort to repair the back deck my dad removed those beams?
I didn't.
After a moment of searching with my toe, hanging off the edge, I resolved that that was not option.
Here were my options.
1- Jump. It is about 10 to 12 feet.
2- Pop out a window screen and open the window. Crawl inside.
3- Find a pathway of somewhat conveniently placed items differing in height.

1- I am not scared of heights. Just falling from them.
2- If anyone out there knows how to do this, feel free to share your knowledge.
3- Back to reality. . .

I prayed.
My first prayer was just asking for an answer. The one I got was a reminder of the story of the Brother of Jared. (Mahanrimoriankemur- say that 10 times fast) He had to come up with an answer and then present it.
My problem solving was for my brother or sister to magically wake up and let me in.
I waited patiently and had the thought, you need to act for anything to work out.
I tried the screen a couple of times to no luck. I tried the door a couple of times to no luck. I even stood on the edge of the porch looking down a couple of times to no luck.
Finally I got up the courage. I was going to jump.
If any neighbor looked out there windows at me they were probably concerned. I was standing there in the classic "good bye cruel world" pose.
Pep talk after pep talk I couldn't get myself to do it. All I could think of was that scene in Batman Begins where Batman is holding that bad guy up in the air.
BAD GUY: This isn't far enough to kill me.
BATMAN: I'm counting on it.
Then they guy breaks both of his ankles. Ouch.
If I were to fall and land on my back, nope not going to do that.
Maybe if I land on my arm, nope not going to do that.
Maybe if I land on my feet and immediately roll out of it like a ninja, that would be cool.
I couldn't do it. I couldn't jump.
I inched my way over to the edge where the support beam was. I slid my way down, not very graceful. Angelina Jolie would have done it much better than I could have in most of her movies. Oh well.
Never have I been more grateful for forgetting to lock the front door right when I get in.
Moral of the story: Sometimes you just have to take that leap of faith. They make for great stories.