From the November 2013 magazine.

November 2013: Leap of Faith

He was about to jump, but could he? His answer was a piece of cake

I was as afraid as I had ever been in my life. The adrenaline made me feel as if my veins had been pumped up with a hundred pounds of air pressure. All I could see was that bridge, the bridge I was about to jump off. I was in a strange state of intending without any control. It didn’t seem like me walking, but I couldn’t deny it was.

This was different from the whiney suicidal declarations that alcoholics like me usually experience. Just a quiet knowing I was really going to get it done this time. My feet were heading toward
the bridge. Not commanding, not even insistent, just a firm, relentless intent.

-- Anonymous

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