Exactement, pauvre Nicolas. On oublie un peu vite qu'il est mort et qu'il est la principal victime de son geste.
"on a appris ensuite qu'il fréquentait un site de jeux vidéos et son forum de discussion. Je ne vois pas d'autre raison », affirme Pierre Clottes"
pitoyable, du meme niveau que eric et ramzy sauf que eux ils le font expres... "Nous ne voyons pas d'autre expliscation"
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Un texte horrible:
Suicide Is NOT Painless
Unlike the song in the movie “M*A*S*H”, “Suicide Is Painless”, I can personally attest that it is NOT.
The phone rings in my home last night, 01-06-2009, at 9:15 p.m. My wife answers and it is a female friend of ours of 15 years. She tells my wife that her son “Daniel” had left a suicide note and would she come and get her and go with her to a neighborhood city park that “Daniel” use to go to. When my wife got off the phone, I told her I would grab my flashlight and go up to the park to look around and they could meet me up there.
It was in the 30’s here in Dallas and the clouds in the sky made it pitch black. I arrived around 9:30 p.m., found “Daniel’s” car, and then set out on foot with flashlight in hand. This park was fairly large. A big wooded and brushy creek area, an open grassy area with playground equipment and lots of big trees scattered throughout. As “Daniel” was under medication for depression and his mother felt like he might try and overdose, my initial instinct was to search the creek area where the brush was dense. I searched for almost an hour the entire park.
At this stage, I told his mother that she better go ahead and call the police. The reason why she didn’t call them in the first place is that “Daniel” had been in trouble before with drugs and she feared that he was at the park somewhere getting high and didn’t want him to get arrested. A few minutes pass, when the first squad car arrives. His mother shows the officers the suicide note and I inform them of my attempts to find him in the brushy creek bed. At this point, they radio in for additional officers and within minutes, three more cruisers appear to join in the search. I again, along with my wife and “Daniel’s” mother join in the search. After about an hour, the police call for a helicopter that is equipped with searchlight and infrared capability. Maybe 30 minutes pass before the helicopter arrives and when the searchlight comes on, it reminds me of the “Close Encounters Of The Third Kind” scene. Even at a slight distance, it was almost blinding.
The helicopter made a few slow passes over the creek area, then all of the sudden they came on the radio and said they found him....... high in a tree. I told the women to stay back in the car and the officers and I headed towards the far end of the park where the helicopter hovered and had their searchlight narrowed. “Daniel” had climbed up this big tree, put a rope around an extended limb, then his neck and jumped.
It wasn’t until 2:30 a.m. this morning, 01-07-2009, that they finally brought him down after getting a fire department hook and ladder stable enough to go across the muddy area to retrieve “Daniel”. It goes without saying that his mother, our friend, is devastated. “Daniel” was in his early 30’s, was engaged to be married in the next month or so, but had fought depression since his early 20’s.
My son and I went back out to the park today to retrace the steps I personally took last night in the daylight. I must have passed under that tree a dozen times. Not once did I ever think or even imagine he would be above me. The police officers too, had covered the area as I had and him dangling high in this tree even escaped them.
My wife went with our friend to her house to comfort her, I headed back to our house. I couldn’t get it out of my head. Could I have saved him if I had only looked skyward? Today we heard from the Coroner’s office and they placed the time of death around 7 p.m., 2 ½ hours before we arrived at the park. Still, my eyes swelled up with tears and my mind began racing. I got a cold chill up my spine. What was the one thing that put “Daniel” over the edge where he was so desperate to ease his pain that he took his own life? His suicide note that he wrote to his mother basically said “I love you Mom, please forgive me. Please take care of “Ashley” (fiancée). All my love, your baby boy... “Daniel”.
“Daniel” is the third person I have known in my 60 years that has committed suicide. In 1980 one of my best friends crashed his car into a bridge at 100 miles per hour. He left a wife and two children. It took years of therapy to finally come to grips with it for both the wife and the kids. In 1995, another hung himself in his home only to be found by his sister-in-law, whose depression and alcohol abuse after finding him almost destroyed her.
I’m sure all of us can relate to depression. I can assure you that I can. That said, I still cannot fathom the intenseness that would push me to committing my own murder. Suicide may ease one’s suffering and pain, but it is not painless.... especially for those that must survive the loved one’s death.
Dave
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Les modo du 1518 vont aller en prison pour non assistance a personne en danger ou pour ne pas avoir fait leur boulot. lol