They say he died upon impact. It was a thousand foot fall and the surface upon which to land was marble. He didn’t have a chance. When he made the choice to jump off that cliff, he had the highest hopes, the grandest aspirations, the most positive assessment of the possibilities, but apparently, it was all for naught. When he jumped off that cliff, the end result was inevitable, regardless of how positive a mindset he was able to manufacture.
The spine was clearly broken, the skull, multiple fractures. Both femurs, both clavicles and every single rib. The eyeballs had partially dislodged from their sockets and blood was seeping from both ears. He was not in good shape. Yet somehow, he stood. The time lapse from the moment of impact to the rising to his feet, was exactly 3.5 seconds. The one eyewitness was, possibly, scarred for life, and it was all his fault. This one who jumped from the cliff and nearly splattered on the marble palette was completely to blame. Some could refer to genetics, some could point to a lifetime of choices, decisions and influence. But regardless of it all, the one eyewitness was scarred.
He rose to his feet, rubbed the back of his neck and said, “Ow”. That was all, “Ow”. The one eyewitness was sobbing uncontrollably, shaking uncontrollably and uttering strange and foreign words, though only possessing the vocabulary of one language. The next eleven years was a decade plus one of sideways glances, questions, suspicions and further sideways glances. But he had no answers, he could give no explanation. He had learned to control his nervous system, all of his systems, in fact. Yet here it all was, out in the open. He had leapt from the cliff and now would spend the rest of his days, walking, talking, breathing and interacting (at least on a minimal level), completely broken.
The spine was clearly broken, the skull, multiple fractures. Both femurs, both clavicles and every single rib. The eyeballs had partially dislodged from their sockets and blood was seeping from both ears. He was not in good shape. Yet somehow, he stood. The time lapse from the moment of impact to the rising to his feet, was exactly 3.5 seconds. The one eyewitness was, possibly, scarred for life, and it was all his fault. This one who jumped from the cliff and nearly splattered on the marble palette was completely to blame. Some could refer to genetics, some could point to a lifetime of choices, decisions and influence. But regardless of it all, the one eyewitness was scarred.
He rose to his feet, rubbed the back of his neck and said, “Ow”. That was all, “Ow”. The one eyewitness was sobbing uncontrollably, shaking uncontrollably and uttering strange and foreign words, though only possessing the vocabulary of one language. The next eleven years was a decade plus one of sideways glances, questions, suspicions and further sideways glances. But he had no answers, he could give no explanation. He had learned to control his nervous system, all of his systems, in fact. Yet here it all was, out in the open. He had leapt from the cliff and now would spend the rest of his days, walking, talking, breathing and interacting (at least on a minimal level), completely broken.
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