Just a Little Parisian Business

Later that day, it became night (naturally) and during the night I was still walking around, wandering.  I wandered down a darker, less populated street and locked eyes with a portly, 40ish woman sitting in her car about a block away.  As I approached, she rolled down her window to talk to me.  I didn't know what she was saying.  We didn't speak each others languages.  She finds out I'm speaking English and whilst patting her upper chest she says to me in a flat, un-assuming tone: "busy-ness sect?"  "What," I respond.  I begin to think of the business section of Paris to see if I can give her directions...

She says it again: "business sect?"

"What?"

I still have no clue what she is trying to say to me.  

"Business sex"

"What?"

"With me- business sex."

"Oh!  No- no- no- no, thank you.  No"

I scurried away and a block later, laugh my ass off as I realize what just happened.  

Welcome to paris, I guess?

We are hard-wired to stay alive

We are hard-wired to live, be living, and stay alive. 

I saw a woman jump onto I-5 in Seattle from melrose avenue.

I was one of maybe three people who saw her do it.

One leg over

What's that?

Two legs

Oh fuck!

Crawls down to hang by her hangs

NONONONONO

That moment when she jumped will never leave my mind.

Swoosh.

Fell.

Fast.

First thought I had: she's dead.

FUCKFUCKFUCK

I ran over to where she had jumped.

I looked down.

It. Was. A. Long. Way. Down...

50, 60, maybe 70 feet.

4 or 5 stories worth of fall that happened quicker than you can crag an egg.

I looked down as this unmoving body.

She fell on the white line on the roadside where there was a crack on the asphalt she was slowly filling with blood.

Helpless.

Another man called 911 while I stared, incromprehensobld. 

We were meant to live,

Were we not?

1001 thoughts rush to my head immediately.

How could a human being come to a place in life where the only logical option left was to commit suicide?  To take their own life?  

SHE MOVED.

She's moving!, I screamed.  

Close to death,

I'm sure

But moving.  

We are, indeed, hardwired to live and not die.  Her body crawled back to life after being hurdled down into asphalt at a quick speed.  

All these worries and doubts and fears I have about death or accidents or cancer are not without merit (because those things happen) but without reasonable cause (ie, doctor tells me to worry) then why would I worry about living when, every single moment, my body is subconsciously staying alive.

We are the stuff of miracles if we stare long enough.