We watched the helicopter scan the cliff, looking for a sign of human life, or the lack there of. And as it hovered at one particular spot I couldn’t help but sympathize with the jumper. I thought ‘that could have been me at my lowest point. That could have been me when I lost all hope’. I almost cried, so I held him a little tighter and looked up to the sky. Every single star shone its brightest and it’s then I realized: how could someone jump on a night as beautiful as this one.
