In Hueytown, the story of Jace has become more than a medical crisis; it is a shared heartbreak. One day he was a laughing fifth grader insisting he felt fine, the next he was on a ventilator after 15 agonizing minutes without breath. Now, every beep in the ICU feels like a fragile promise that his fight is not over.
Outside the hospital, candles burn and hands clasp in prayer circles that stretch across church pews, school hallways, and front yards lit for Christmas. His grandparents replay the moment his heart flatlined, clinging to the fact that it started again. People who have never met Jace whisper his name in nightly prayers, believing that if enough hope gathers in one place, it can bend the future. In a season built on miracles, a community waits in painful, stubborn faith for just one more.
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