Do remember Thomas Magill? He was that young man in 2010 who jumped from a New York building and landed not on the pavement, but in the backseat of a Dodge Charger parked below. He survived, but since that day there has been nothing in the news about his apparent suicide attempt or his recovery.
The question that my husband posed was, on the way down did he change his mind?
I’ve been thinking. Having survived, did he continue feeling bad or did he find God? Perhaps it one of those Hollywood moments like in Sliding Doors where the film lingers on the face of the characters as they smile a small smile and ponder whether it was fate or coincidence.
….but what about choice? Not a superhero’s choice to save the physical body, but what if, when we are falling in life, to have that clarity to understand what is really important to us. In that moment.
Magill didn’t intend to survive and had no clue he would survive, but in that moment falling, did he have any control over the outcome in his mind and find meaning?
I’m saying this because my family has crappy DNA. I’m holding my breath as I prepare to undergo a upper and lower scopy to scan for the nasties that took my father at 60 and my sister at 46. I’m not worried about the procedure [which has its own risks], but I am thinking about the outcome and choices.
I feel like I am falling.