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Cruise ship passengers jumping off into the middle of the ocean?!?

Some guy drugged my sister on a ship Once and tried to take advantage of her. I stepped in, got ugly. We had a very real concern the 4 guys I hurt would try to give me the heave over in the preceding days. So, I could see it not being an accident or suicide every time.
 
Same guy or different people?
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Probably 4 years to date. My best friend / Brother-in-law was at the house helping me work at the shop like he did about every other weekend. He spent lunch next to his van drinking beer eating a pack of crackers as usual while I went in and ate. I walked back out and then he just walked out in the woods having no idea he had a 44 magnum tucked in his pants. I figured he had to piss even though he usually just turned around and pissed wherever. Heard it and saw him drop from the corner of my eye. Never saw it coming. Was just another day except that I guess he was still struggling to get over his wife (my wife's sister) leaving him 2 years before for another guy. He never got over it I guess and I wanted to do it at my place, my guess was just to have someone close to know how and when and report it and such for he lived alone. No note or anything. There was nothing left to even resuscitate.

I haven't cried since my dad passed. I just cried.
Dam, that’s pretty brutal for sure and tough to absorb. Depression is a wicked beast and will make people think and do things they wouldn’t ever consider in their right mind.

I lost three people I know to suicide by firearm and one other who tried. The guy who tried was a friend of a friend and had a crash that paralyzed him from the waist down. He was so depressed about it that he stuck a 44 mag under his chin and fired it off. It blew off the one side of his jaw and face but lived through it. They patched him back up and he struggled to eat drink and just talk. Then a short time later he regained feeling in his lower body and began to walk again with a cane. Then he ended up dying a few years later from something that I can’t recall but it wasn’t by his hand anyway.
 
Some guy drugged my sister on a ship Once and tried to take advantage of her. I stepped in, got ugly. We had a very real concern the 4 guys I hurt would try to give me the heave over in the preceding days. So, I could see it not being an accident or suicide every time.

I feel like if you report drugging on a ship the cruise co would take care of the offenders. :confused:
 
Probably 4 years to date. My best friend / Brother-in-law was at the house helping me work at the shop like he did about every other weekend. He spent lunch next to his van drinking beer eating a pack of crackers as usual while I went in and ate. I walked back out and then he just walked out in the woods having no idea he had a 44 magnum tucked in his pants. I figured he had to piss even though he usually just turned around and pissed wherever. Heard it and saw him drop from the corner of my eye. Never saw it coming. Was just another day except that I guess he was still struggling to get over his wife (my wife's sister) leaving him 2 years before for another guy. He never got over it I guess and I wanted to do it at my place, my guess was just to have someone close to know how and when and report it and such for he lived alone. No note or anything. There was nothing left to even resuscitate.

I haven't cried since my dad passed. I just cried.
Fuck man. Thats some heavy shit. Sorry you had to go through that.
 
Same guy or different people?
Yeah, shitty grammar. Sorry, got the HIV or something and currently somehow dripping in sweat while shaking from being cold.

Different people.

One, I was the last call they made, shortly before. I saw the call, didn't feel like talking and let it go to voicemail. Friend from the USAF.

My sister's husband was the knife. Went out to his favorite hiking spot and "fell" into a large hunting knife. They considered it an accident until the letter was found. Found he had a brain tumor and believe it caused mental issues. He'd been super paranoid a few weeks before, stuff like power outlets were spying on him, etc.
I didn't know anything about this until after. Just knew he'd taken medical leave. Didn't know him super well, only met a couple times, but still... and of course it absolutely destroyed my sister.



Have been to the point of gun in hand myself, not a good place to be. No hood way to explain other than feeling like that's the only way things will be better.
Only thing that stopped me was knowing what it'd do to others, and fear it wouldn't work/pain.
 
Yeah, shitty grammar. Sorry, got the HIV or something and currently somehow dripping in sweat while shaking from being cold.

Different people.

One, I was the last call they made, shortly before. I saw the call, didn't feel like talking and let it go to voicemail. Friend from the USAF.

My sister's husband was the knife. Went out to his favorite hiking spot and "fell" into a large hunting knife. They considered it an accident until the letter was found. Found he had a brain tumor and believe it caused mental issues. He'd been super paranoid a few weeks before, stuff like power outlets were spying on him, etc.
I didn't know anything about this until after. Just knew he'd taken medical leave. Didn't know him super well, only met a couple times, but still... and of course it absolutely destroyed my sister.



Have been to the point of gun in hand myself, not a good place to be. No hood way to explain other than feeling like that's the only way things will be better.
Only thing that stopped me was knowing what it'd do to others, and fear it wouldn't work/pain.
I was second to last call of a friend that took his life with a shotgun in his excursion. He had asked me some strange and unusual questions that I answered and gave him reassurance through our conversation. While I thought the conversation was very odd I never thought it would be our last. I knew he was under a lot of stress but he was like this anyway for the most part. He was a perfectionist and his work showed this but he was extremely hard on himself setting the bar really high and he made it a point to reach it. Hated his wife and always complained about her and never once anything nice to say about her in all the years I knew him. He was very loyal and a committed friend. In the end his back gave out due to over abusing it and his doc said he needed surgery and to make serious changes in his life due to this. In the end it was more than he could handle and he thought this was the way to deal with it. It wasn’t as he had choices and many good friends to help him start a different direction he could be proud of and contribute his taller s too. He is very much so missed and always will be remembered for the lives he touched while with us.
 
I was one of the last calls for a friend as well. Was a very typical conversation, about current projects and the new workshop he had just rented and was setting up. It sucked, I wish I had picked up on something being wrong.

He had battled addiction for years, and had an ex wife that soaked him for every penny she could and continued to come for money for the kids that was due from the past, all though the kids where over 18 now.

At some point he decided he'd rather swing from a rope then deal with it any longer.
 
Dad has pulled countless people out of the water. Was a typical part of dinner conversation at our house.

"How was work today dear?"
"We had a jumper, got him out in time." Or "We had a jumper, but no one saw, found the empty car on the cardeck after unloading."

Surprisingly popular way to go.
 
Dad has pulled countless people out of the water. Was a typical part of dinner conversation at our house.

"How was work today dear?"
"We had a jumper, got him out in time." Or "We had a jumper, but no one saw, found the empty car on the cardeck after unloading."

Surprisingly popular way to go.
My neighbor was a tuna fisherman in Alaska and got tossed overboard somehow. One of his crew members pulled him out but he said it was one of the most relaxing things he's experienced.
 
A friend of mine drowned at a sand pit in high school, was unresponsive and not breathing and had to be resuscitated. He said he remembers it being insanely calm as everything faded to black. He got lifeguard certified after that so he could help others.
 
Probably 4 years to date. My best friend / Brother-in-law was at the house helping me work at the shop like he did about every other weekend. He spent lunch next to his van drinking beer eating a pack of crackers as usual while I went in and ate. I walked back out and then he just walked out in the woods having no idea he had a 44 magnum tucked in his pants. I figured he had to piss even though he usually just turned around and pissed wherever. Heard it and saw him drop from the corner of my eye. Never saw it coming. Was just another day except that I guess he was still struggling to get over his wife (my wife's sister) leaving him 2 years before for another guy. He never got over it I guess and I wanted to do it at my place, my guess was just to have someone close to know how and when and report it and such for he lived alone. No note or anything. There was nothing left to even resuscitate.

I haven't cried since my dad passed. I just cried.
What a Fkn asshole!!!!!!
 
Was at a sports bar by the local jail. Buddy (Monie) who had been MIA walks in. Turns out he just got out of jail. I bought him a couple beers then gave him a ride to another buddies house (Paul)where he was going to stay. Me and the Paul are drinking on the porch and here a gun go off. Go in side and Monie had used on of Pauls rifles to blow his brains out on Paul's bed. That was pretty gruesome. The cops were dicks about the whole thing.
 
Missed a call from s friend just before he offed himself. Still bothers me to this day.
would it have changed anything, probably not, but it's just one of those things I'll never know.
He shot himself in the head outside his parents house with a hunting rifle.
 
Yeah, because you’re in the know right!!!!!
He has a point.
Depression is a motherfucker. Being miserable is a motherfucker.
Externalizing that in such a destructive way, not to self, but so many others is an asshole thing to do.
Life, for the vast majority of people on this PLANET, is easier than it ever has been.

I've had a family member commit suicide in front of their kid. At some point, even if you are miserable, you gotta realize this life ain't all about you, and not only that, but suffering is assured.

So you better find some fucking reasoning in it. Because even if you do check out early to "rid yourself of the suffering" that suffering is going to the ones you supposedly love, tenfold.
 
Suicide is a crazy thing. It's not always some super well thought out and planned thing. Sometimes all it takes is one split moment of despair and an opportunity. Never lose sight of the things you have to live for or it can be easy to fall into one of those despair traps.

A good family friend with a good wife and two young kids offed himself a few years ago. Slit his wrists in the dugout at the baseball field where his old son played. They found him with his cell phone laying beside him. The last two attempted calls were to 611 and 811. They figured he was trying to call 911 realizing he'd fucked up bad. Most survivors of suicide attempts report that the last thing they remember before it all went black is thinking "I don't want to die."
 
Ain't no cruise ship "turning around and scooping up" anyone.

They may not scoop them up, but they do turn around:

The crew spent about three hours searching the waters using spotlights, small craft and watchers after the ship turned around and retraced its route, according to the site.

 
He has a point.
Depression is a motherfucker. Being miserable is a motherfucker.
Externalizing that in such a destructive way, not to self, but so many others is an asshole thing to do.
Life, for the vast majority of people on this PLANET, is easier than it ever has been.

I've had a family member commit suicide in front of their kid. At some point, even if you are miserable, you gotta realize this life ain't all about you, and not only that, but suffering is assured.

So you better find some fucking reasoning in it. Because even if you do check out early to "rid yourself of the suffering" that suffering is going to the ones you supposedly love, tenfold.


I’ve always read about how selfish suicide was and didn’t agree as it was someone dealing with their own demons and problems and couldn’t see an end to them. That was until my sister attempted and it potentially would’ve left her 4 kids alone. I know it had some affect on them but would’ve devastated them for the rest of their life. I understand the selfish part now.
 
Some guy drugged my sister on a ship Once and tried to take advantage of her. I stepped in, got ugly. We had a very real concern the 4 guys I hurt would try to give me the heave over in the preceding days. So, I could see it not being an accident or suicide every time.

pics of druggable sister
 
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