It Was Not Suicide But ...
Inspired by @vwrites short story, Over the parapet. DreamSteem
I sat looking down from the seventh floor into the parking lot of the dorm. This place was mad! My girlfriend left me. I was tricked not entered into the major for which I came to this college. I was a boy and suddenly I was in competition with men in sports.
Don't do it. Self preservation speaks and since the future is not known, a person could be doing anything and oops you're dead.
Now this part is supposed to be humourous:
I slipped, head butted an opposing team member at 60,000 pounds per square inch and arrived before Saint Peter, "It is not your yet, go!" I awoke upon the field, felt like I had been struck by lightning, and ambled off difficultly. No I wasn't nearly fine... So, even though it is not possible you could have lived, you might anyway and then you would hurt a lot, the medical bills would be enormous and,(end of facts experiences from my life), there a man stands looking down on you, single says to himself, "She looks exactly like my Mom. What I was looking for," then he turned away thinking you were dead. But you did not meet again until ten years later. He jumped off the same building, you saw him and said, "He looks just like my father."
Meanwhile, before you jumped, The man who saw you splatted was headed up to the top of the building from which you jumped...(Good story. Well done @vwrites).
This Morning March 13th, 2025
This Morning March 13th, 2025
Surprisingly, both were healed but each could only do the minimal amounts of physical work. Instead, each read, studied, learned.
Five years went by after the two meetings. The man and woman bumped into each other while attending a Christmas dance at school.
"I think I recognize you," each said to the other at the same time, then, "I saw you on the ground after a fall from the Heights View Tower."
"I thought you were dead." They said at the same time.
They laughed.
"You look like my mother - father," Each said to the other and they laughed.
"I am Sean."
"I am Jean."
"I would ask you to dance with me if you can Jean but it would have to be very slow."
"Yes, very slow," Jean replied, "I accept." Slowly hand in hand for support they walked to an open space not far away from her chair and began to dance.
Because they danced so very slowly, they danced for about an hour. Were able to talk.
"To think that if you had waited five more minutes...," Sean ventured, " I would have met you on the viewing platform at the top of the building and I sense we would have come together like we have now so many years later."
"Yes," Jean answered, "But we are together now."
"Do you do anything for work," Sean asked Jean once they sat next to each other.
"I work in suicide prevention for the city, I am on the hotline." Jean replied, "My message is you could live and it hurts."
"I do something similar to that but it is for this city in the county," Sean replied referring to another city in the county.
"I am surprised we never met," Jean continued, "Except for the times the other was unconscious." They laughed, danced again for a half hour. Then left the dance together, forever.
Epilogue
People, for the most part, do not know the future. There's psychics, prophets, premonitions, and common sense that something wicked this way comes. Most walk into it blind.
We start out as children and most of us are tabula rasa. Blank slates learning as we go. Some people lead charmed lives and can plan and for the most part achieve what they want to achieve that's good. And like the bad events, trials and tribulations there are good events that occur, inspirations that lead to the most amazing things like LED lighting. Sure save 60% on your electric bill buy light bulbs once in your life. But wait, it gets even better - there's a far more efficient, recyclable way to light things and pay nothing at all for lighting ever again.
Inventions, intellectual property, when something will appear as a doable thing, like drilling into volcanoes. But like rain making in a harsh desert as God wants angel food delivered in exchange I demand something of value for any next step.