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I live in NYC, so I’ve been following this case all day. Around noon today a 35-year-old man jumped from one of the higher floors of a 52 floor building, reportedly holding his three or 4-year-old son in his arms. I can’t stop thinking about it, and crying about it. My son is around that age, and I’m sure he’s pretty annoyed and flabbergasted as to why I keep scooping him up in my arms. The boy reportedly survived the fall, but was pronounced dead at a nearby hospital. He was wearing Christmas pajamas. I just can’t.

This whole holiday has been falling apart this weekend, mostly due to some scheduling conflicts, a missed paycheck from one of my husband’s clients, and some other drama. I was actually feeling pretty damn down on everything this morning, and feeling sorry for myself to boot. Not any more.

As bad as things get, I have my kids and my husband and my health. My heart is breaking for this kid’s family. I don’t know what would cause a man to jump to his death, and I certainly don’t know what would cause someone to do so with a child in their arms.