Around 9 a.m. on March 21, 2010, I leaned backward over the edge of the Aurora Bridge, grasping for an elusive peace through death. Some of you saw me disappear, and several of you dialed 911. The moment I emerged from the chilly and polluted waters of the ship canal, I desperately wanted to live, but seriously injured, I could only tread water and pray for a miracle. I would have certainly drowned but for the police boat sent to rescue me thanks to your calls. I think of you often and how witnessing my attempt might have changed your lives, too. I want you to know that I have now found peace in life and am doing well, two years out. I hope you read this and it brings you peace. Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!

—Anonymous