Late this afternoon, outside the window of my office,

[MannyGoldstein]

95. It was behind us, so we heard it but didn't see it.

My buddy and I. 18 or 19, were starting to wade into a popular and crowded swimming hole, 140' below one of the campus's three (!) notorious jumping bridges. We heard a loud BANG! that sounded like it was vaguely behind us, but it's hard to localize sound in a gorge (sound bounces around) and it was July 3rd so I figured some nitwit had tossed a large firecracker somewhere in the area.

Then people started pointing at us and screaming, screaming, screaming. This was very disorienting. What had we done?

Turns out that they weren't actually pointing at us, but at the rocks behind and above us where the unfortunate victim had hit.

Things continued to grow weirder after that, we helped the cops (campus and city) a little in the "rescue", I'll spare you the details.

For a few days after I was... well, I don't know how to describe it. Reflective? A little dead in the soul? Then angry. That's a pattern I noticed in others who witnessed the aftermath of similar suicides.

I don't think it was a student - most jumpers were from nearby towns, come for a final trespass.

Thanks for caring