[NYC GOP Chick]

For the life of me I can't understand jumping out the window. I just couldn't bring myself to give up so completely, to be so without hope or faith that I would give up and take a plunge like that. I tried to put myself mental in their situation, but I would rather die fighting to get out than to jump.

You wouldn't have died fighting that day -- you would have died being burned to death at temperatures in the range of 1000-2000 degrees Fahrenheit, if you did not jump. There was nothing or nobody to "fight." They were doomed.

I saw people jumping that morning and am still haunted that I can't even imagine what was so horrible in there that they felt compelled to jump.

[Grig]

You wouldn't have died fighting that day

Fighting as in fighting for your life (ie: doing something to at least try to survive), not as in looking for someone to punch.