I lived under the Golden Gate Bridge on Fort Baker for a few years and the stories about the bridge were predominantly about suicide. There was also a cliff on the other side of Fort Baker that was used. I almost fell off it once, but some friends grabbed my leg...I lost a shoe over it.
One time I had a neighbor commit suicide with a gun and I got a little or a lot depressed and petitioned the Lord. I was a bit suicidal in my arguments with Him and the GGB came to my mind. I said," So Lord you think your Grace is sufficient for me? Well ,what if I jumped off that bridge, there is a very slight chance that I would survive, but Lord would I get you to listen to my side of the story!!! ( arguing with God is sometimes liken to arguing with an uncompromising solid rock).
The Lord promptly said. Let me show you something.
This is what you will jump into if you do that.
Suddenly the room was obscured with dense darkness...thick and bleak..
I turned around and there was that cursed dragon in the room with me, the real source of my sorry. Just there doing nothing..but there was no door out and I was trapped.
This was bad but neither of these frightened me as much as the fact that the LORD WASN'T THERE TO ARGUE WITH.
I ran outside into the warm sunlight took a deep breath and never looked back I was so scared I was trembling like a leaf..
This is the saddest thing about hearing these stories for me.