I shouldn’t really be alive.  I guess it was years ago that I first realized this, but It seems so much more important now as I stand here on this bridge.  The slippery wooden boards are barely holding beneath my feet and the railing is so cold from the spray that I can hardly touch it.  My face is beginning to get this way to.  The water from the river below fought the rocks and splashed up to collide with me.  It collected on my face and now it’s beginning to drip inside my coat.  
See I shouldn’t really be alive.  I was nearly dead the moment I was born.  My heart was barely beating, My lungs barely breathing, but My mother insisted that I be baptized anyway, so my father called the priest and he came immediately and baptized me right there in the hospital in freezing cold water.  The doctors thought that this would surely kill me, but this didn’t stop my parents.  Luckily for them it saved my life…or caused it.  
See I shouldn’t really be alive, and now I’m on the other side of the railing although I wasn’t aware of getting here.  The frigid railing is pressing against my back.  Freezing cold water started this whole mess.  Now it’s the only thing that can end it.
See I shouldn’t really be alive anyway.