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As I look at myself, poised to jump, I remember the pit in my stomach.
"It's just like diving off a high dive."
"I've never jumped off a high dive, and for good reason."
"Want to hold hands?"
"No. I can do it."
I was wondering all the while if I could ever re-gain my self-respect if I climbed down the rocks and swam back to the boat.
But I wasn't invited to stand on the bridge. I was invited to jump.
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