Did I really have a death wish when I flew? Did life have such little meaning that I’d be willing to throw it away? It wasn’t possible that I could’ve lived this long if it did. Standing here I didn’t think I could give it all up because I didn’t feel loved. The pain on my face couldn’t exceed the pain in my heart. I could turn away now and end the physical pain, but how could I end the emotional pain?

I’m merely an insignificant speck on the world’s seawall. If I decided to drop over the side, who would weep for me? I needed someone to weep for me. The wind and rain swept the tears from my cheeks but they had nowhere to go. Maybe God was crying for me as well.

from Uncommon Warrior...