At church last Sunday, a friend of mine told me that she had heard from Jim, my little brother who's in Hong Kong right now. She proceeded to tell me about a story that he had told her. It goes like this.

A couple days ago, Jim and the guys were unable to enter their apartment through traditional means (you know: key in lock, turn knob, open door). Someone had locked the keys inside, and no duplicate set could be obtained. Jim, being the valiant young stud that he is, volunteered to take the less traditional, more petty criminal-like approach to the apartment entry procedure. He went into the building next door and climbed the stairs up two stories to the roof. Without concern for his own safety or stylish clothing, he jumped the five to twenty-five foot gap between the seven story buildings (versions of this story differ here... apparently, the reception on a phone call from Hong Kong isn't that great) and landed on the roof of his apartment building. Successful in his Spiderman-like urban jungle success, he turned to celebrate. As you may know, Hong Kong is quite humid, and precipitatious buildup had accumulated on the roof's edge and Jim took a little tumble twenty-eight stories to the ground below.

I got an email from Jim this morning. It turns out that the story I heard from our friend was nothing more than exaggerated lies. Jim was climbing the building itself, grabbed onto a ledge about ten feet up, and slipped off because of some rain. I think I like the other version better.