July 1st, 2014
Today is going to go down as one of the wildest days of my life. Started out with an enormous fire off the highway from my house, in which my friends and I decided to “investigate” to watch what happens. The fire was nearly 30 feet in the air and was quickly diffused by fire fighters.
After that, we won two hundred tickets by playing Deal or No Deal at the Santa Monica Pier Arcade. We drew an audience of like 10 people because we kept slamming the numbers and repeatedly screamed “NO DEAL HOWIE!!!” It was good times.
To skip LA traffic, we decided to cruise the beautiful mansions on Hollywood Hills, and managed to sneak into a mansion under construction that had a breathtaking view of the Los Angeles valley. There was a low fog that hung over the city, and the buildings below seemed so small from the multimillion back yard we stood on. To our right was Beverly Hills, and right in front of us was the giant towers of Downtown LA. We kept thinking how people were just living their normal lives, and we stood on top of them, with the millionaires.
And then the crazy part happened.
We were driving south on Interstate 5, approaching the 91 to head East to Anaheim. I was discussing the current state of schooling for adults and ideas on how to make it better, when we saw him. The man was in his forties, wore a button up suit, and had a scruffy beard. Blood poured down the highway from the back of his head like a faucet laying on grass. He was laying on his back and his arms and legs were spread out in a star-like position. “He’s dead,” I said. “Never seen a human being as road kill.”
We quickly pulled over, and just as fast, fire fighters and police arrived. They quickly removed the body from the floor while stopping all incoming traffic. There was some brain matter and an enormous amount of blood left.
There was an older couple next to us who saw what happened. “He just went up to the side, stepped up, and was hesitant for a second. We looked at him, didn’t do anything because we couldn’t believe it. Then he just jumped.
"He looked young. 35 or 40 at the most. He still had so much to live for."
He still had so much to live for.
We drove the rest of the night in silence. The scene of the man laying against the highway still burns in our brains. We were literally two minutes away from actually seeing him jump.
There are stresses in life. There are things we can’t control. People can look down from a million dollar mansion and feel rich, better than everyone. Or they can look down from the same mansion, and only want to kill themselves.
I think we can control the pain we feel inside. We don’t need to feel better or worse than anyone or anything. Let’s just enjoy life, be happy.