The silence was deafening. The only sounds I heard were coming from inside my head. I could hear the blood rushing through my veins from the palpitations of my heart. My sweater was moving to the uneven rhythm. I had to keep telling myself to remain calm. I must not appear flustered or guilty. I tried taking deep breaths to slow down the pace of my heart which took every ounce of my strength and fortitude. I grabbed my knees with both hands in an effort to stop them from shaking. But that didn’t seem to help, and fear prevented me from thinking rationally. Nothing in my upbringing prepared me for what was ahead.
I could not go on. I was humiliated, scared, tired and lonely. My only way out was to end the pain by ending my life........ I knew just the place........As I approached the bridge I picked up speed. I pressed the accelerator to the floor and closed my eyes.........
What happened next defied reality. The bike hit the car head-on. Paul was shot straight up into the air. He was held there by unseen hands as he watched his motorcycle being demolished. He looked down and smiled at his friends who were starting up in disbelief.