Well when I woke up this morning I went onto Yahoo and saw this.
“A distressed woman with a baby was heard yelling into a phone shortly before a pair matching their description plunged to their deaths from an (town) apartment building.
The pair fell from (the building) on (the street) about 5.20pm on Wednesday, police said.
The relationship between the woman and the baby was not yet confirmed.
Police have secured the scene in the swimming pool area of the complex while an investigation is carried out.
The bodies will remain there while examinations continue.
Residents told the (the countries paper) the pair fell from the 26th storey of the 37-storey building.
One resident said they saw a woman with a baby yelling into a mobile phone in the building’s lobby shortly before the deaths.
“She wasn’t speaking English … She was just crazy, definitely distressed.”
An ambulance spokeswoman said the pair were dead when emergency services arrived.
Support was being provided to ambulance staff due to the traumatic nature of the incident.”
After I read it I couldn’t help but feel this great big green ball of Envy envelope me. I sat there thinking “I wonder what was actually going on? Why couldn’t I be there. Why couldn’t I be her child. End it before I experience all this disappointment called life” It irritates me. I might pop by there later, never knowingly been somewhere where someone has died. Might change some things, keep you posted. (btw, sorry for editing out key geographical positions. I just feel it would be inappropriate for this site, look it up if you want)
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I don’t understand what there is to be envious of.
The commentator wanted to be that baby ,so he or she would not have had to experience this miserable world.
He wanted to be the baby of a woman who’s relations killed themselves?