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From A Great Height

On Friday, March 11, at about 10 AM, a woman committed suicide in the library. She fell four floors. We all heard her scream and the sound of the impact was worse than I could have imagined.

I ran down to see if I could do anything–of course I couldn’t have, I have no idea what I could have done–and saw her there, two or three feet away.

There is no way to say more about the story without making it about me.

Today I’ll just say that I am recommitted to making the best use of the time I have left.

I have felt pain, hopelessness, and despair, but not like her. Obviously, not even close. If you are reading this it means you have also never run completely out of options.

My heart breaks to think that someone saw their best option as coming to the public library on a sunny Friday morning and spending their final moments in this world on the threadbare gray carpet.



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  • Heather March 14, 2011, 12:51 pm

    Josh that’s hideous. My deepest sympathies. Did she JUMP or did she FALL? Please pardon my disguised anger here, but–that’s a horrible thing to do out in public like that. I just hope no children could see or hear this. I just hope the rest of your week goes much, MUCH better.

  • Pauline March 14, 2011, 6:14 pm

    My thoughts are with you. How sad.

  • cinderkeys March 15, 2011, 3:09 am

    A friend who’s in the middle of a social work program told me recently that most suicidal people don’t really want to die. They just want the pain to stop.

    I wish there were a way of just making it stop for people like that.