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.