Thursday, December 15, 2011
The view from the bridge
It is warm today, nearly 75 F. It still feels like fall to me. But I will take it over the long days of cold weather that would permeate whatever I put on in Virginia. Yesterday at the marina was picture perfect--blue sky, light winds, warm temperatures. I watched the boats going past looking for the body of a young woman who jumped from the bridge over the weekend. Her body has not been found.
She was described as her room mates as cheerful, vivacious, beautiful, athletic, and from a loving family. Yet, for some reason, she decided to scramble over the barricade that separates the walkers and runners from the precipitous edge of the bridge and jump over 160 feet into the water below. A passerby said that she saw the young woman standing there, and she turned to smile. A smile of resignation? A smile of happiness at her decision? I don't know, but I wonder what can be so awful at 20 years of age that makes you end your life.
The view from the top of that bridge is spectacular. The harbor is before you, the church steeples in the city, the masts of sailboats at the marina--all of it makes a breath taking panorama. Maybe she was so caught in pain that she didn't really see. But somehow I hope that she did ultimately see all of it rushing by as she took that plunge. And maybe it made her feel peaceful for a split second.