As I sit here with one foot on either side of the ledge, looking down from twelve stories above the streets of Boston, I can't help but think about suicide.
Not my own. I like my life enough to want to see it through. I'm more focused on other people, and how they ulti- mately come to the decision to just end their own lives. Do they ever regret it?
In the moment after letting go and the sec- ond before they make impact, there has to be a little bit of remorse in that brief free fall. Do they look at the ground as it rushes toward them and think, "Well, crap. This was a bad idea."