Falling five storeys from a New York rooftop changed my life
From the end of the article:<p>&gt; To come so close to death does not provide a shortcut to wisdom or contentment. It doesn’t answer all your questions or eliminate your weaknesses. I’m fundamentally the same person I was before, but with one big difference. I’m viscerally aware how tenuous our existence is. How you can be walking on solid ground only to find it suddenly disappear from beneath you. The meaning comes in what I do from this point on. I have been given a second chance at life – and it’s up to me to make the most of it.<p>The article is clear that there was nothing intentional about this fall, but as a tangent, this excerpt does make me think about people who jump intentionally.<p>This line of thought is a bit ghoulish, but as far as I know about 90% of people who make an &quot;unsuccessful&quot; suicide attempt never commit suicide [1]. There are confounding variables galore here --- maybe it&#x27;s the toughest cases who pick the most reliable methods; 10% is still way above the population risk for suicide --- but I&#x27;ve wondered if there&#x27;s some way to give people that &quot;oh, I&#x27;m <i>going to die</i>, and I <i>don&#x27;t actually want that</i>&quot; feeling that is apparently not uncommon [2] without actually hurting them.<p>[1] <a href="https:&#x2F;&#x2F;www.hsph.harvard.edu&#x2F;means-matter&#x2F;means-matter&#x2F;survival&#x2F;" rel="nofollow">https:&#x2F;&#x2F;www.hsph.harvard.edu&#x2F;means-matter&#x2F;means-matter&#x2F;survi...</a><p>[2] <a href="https:&#x2F;&#x2F;www.newyorker.com&#x2F;magazine&#x2F;2003&#x2F;10&#x2F;13&#x2F;jumpers" rel="nofollow">https:&#x2F;&#x2F;www.newyorker.com&#x2F;magazine&#x2F;2003&#x2F;10&#x2F;13&#x2F;jumpers</a>