More than 40 years ago, as a freshman in college I witnessed the suicide of a college student upset over a bad grade on a biochemistry exam. The story was that he concluded he would then never get into med school. He goes to the top of a 14 story dorm and jumps off at the most crowded time of day for the area below. He brushed a coed as he landed, and while I didn’t see the leap, I heard the impact and saw the aftermath. It had a big effect on those of us who witnessed it, and I thought it was unbelievably reckless for the guy to do that at that time and location - the probability he would have hit another student walking below was very high.
I tried to look up the Gotham Hotel on line, and the images of what appears to be the hotel suggest it is pretty tall. The velocity of someone jumping from those heights would easily kill a person down below. And the child - don’t get me started. This is just sick.
She apparently landed on a balcony so not the busy street below, which is a blessing.
Terrible story. She was locked into some long, bitter custody battle with her ex. Why she couldn’t leave the kid behind is beyond me.
During the first night of basic training at the Air Force Academy in June '69 my roommate tried to kill himself. Very sad that he would try to take that way out instead of seeking an alternative.
“I tried to look up the Gotham Hotel on line, and the images of what appears to be the hotel suggest it is pretty tall. “
Is that where Ghostbusters was filmed? I think if I found myself stuck in Manhattan I might be a leaper too.
“...while I didn’t see the leap, I heard the impact and saw the aftermath. It had a big effect on those of us who witnessed it...”
That’s the stuff of PTSD.