Last weekend he had a little trouble finishing a triathlon in Florida-- a 150-yard swim, a 4-mile bike ride and a 1-mile run. Halfway through the mile run, screws came loose in his prosthetic leg and it literally broke in two.
Some young Marines who were watching the race and cheering the kids on asked him if he needed help. He did. So they did what Marines do: they carried him across the finish line. You can read the whole story by clicking here, and here, and here. (Have some Kleenex handy, though.)
That's what Jesus does for us, right? We've fallen, and we can't get up. We're broken, and we can't fix what's wrong. So our wonderful, strong, Savior picks us up and carries us across the finish line.