The recent article, "Woman survives jump from blue bridge in Kennewick," took me back to my youth in the '70s. When I grew up here, my friends and I used to jump from the middle of the blue bridge every summer. It seemed like no big deal because it's not that far down. Although a belly flop may kill you, other than that, killing yourself by jumping from the blue bridge seems hard to do.
From my experiences within the drug world and while accumulating 25 years in prisons, institutions and jails, "attempted" suicide is a desperate call for help that doesn't have a whole lot to do with wanting to die, but rather wanting to be listened to, heard and understood. Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem, but the trouble is that, given enough chances, the not-so-serious suicidal people just may accidentally succeed because they get more creative as the hole within them gets deeper.
Rather than conforming to the pharmaceutical world of contempt and indifference -- compassion, love and kindness is what the woman who jumped from the bridge needs. What a simple solution!
JERRY R. MULLIKIN, Richland