"......Ames was born Mercedes Grabowski in Nova Scotia, Canada, in 1994......" Seems odd she had to change her name to fit in with the industry.
The only way I'm going out will be a massive heart attack during a screaming orgasm. Either that or dying in my sleep. The only two options in my opinion. No way I'd ever end my own life. I've lived too much and have too many great memories to even consider ending my life early. I still have way too many more countries to visit and people to piss off.
"A parachute not opening... that's a way to die. Getting caught in the gears of a combine... having your nuts bit off by a Laplander, that's the way I wanna go!" - Frank Drebin
I only said that because the text in the post is not about mental health, it's about men's role in society.
Pain level above 8 all day and night for 10 months straight will have you thinking about suicide about every 10 minutes (or less).
My wife's sister's husband's brother did that. It was his 50th jump on his 50th birthday. Never opened his chute.
I read somewhere that the majority of skydiving deaths were intentional and requires modifications to defeat safety features built into modern rigs...
Not true. The majority of deaths are from people flying high performance chutes into the dirt. There was a major jump (pardon the pun) in parachute technology in the early 90's with zero perosity fabric. It allows ridiculously small, extremely high performance designs. They also tend to be quite unforgiving.
He never tried to open it. That could have been deliberate or he may have had a medical issue, I don't know if they ever decided which one it was. He was an odd but friendly guy the couple of times I met him.
My friend’s son is going through that kind of predicament right now with nerve pain down his right leg after a swimming pool accident. How have you been, Joe? Did the treatments in Mexico you were seeking help?
I went Panama for stem cell therapy. It did help but not nearly as much as I was hoping. I simply keep trying to push forward and get stronger. In truth, the first 3 years of my injury pretty much sucked but my quality of life has improved in 2017. Each day is still a challenge but I have more good days versus absolute shitty ones. Not walking is just one small thing of having an SCI. It's all the other stuff that makes not walking that much harder.