Don't know.

I'm trembling and seeing visions of someone falling into traffic when I drive, so I'm taking a time out and sitting in a local Starbucks to write it out.  I was heading west on the 78, stopped at the light yesterday,  where the freeway ends, and sitting in the middle lane, adjusting my radio.  I looked up to see a man jog past the front of my car with a manic expression of euphoria on his face as he grabbed the overpass edge and flung himself headfirst onto the asphalt of I-5's Northbound lane 2 below.  I hadn't the time to try to stop him, though I knew what was happening by the look on his face.  When I turned to see from where he'd come, I saw a navy blue minivan on my right, with the side door flung open and three agape faces, an older woman, teenage boy and young girl, staring in shock after the man.  The light changed and we slowly moved forward.  They turned into the park and ride up and to the right.  I pulled over and called 911 with my heart pounding in my chest.   I lucidly explained where he was, in order to get highway patrol there asap.  I watched the family watching the man receiving cpr from two marines and a civilian who had been holding his blood soaked head.  A girl in her 20s and very thin came shaking and crying towards me.  She was in shock and I tried to soothe her,  not yet realizing that the event had not actualized in her mind.  She thought he had tried to grab something, fallen and needed help.  I told her it was his time, that he had a crazy smile on his face and where his family was and that we should go there.  Another woman my age came and was listening and shaking and then we all pulled into the park and ride.  The chp, paramedics,  and opd all came one after the other and very fast.  I told the family I was sorry as they stood silent and striken by the overpass.   One chp officer led us away from the scene and interviewed us individually.  I let the young lady go first.  I talked with the other woman who was grieving over a friend she had just lost the week prior.  He had drowned while surfing due to a sudden seizure.  So sad.  I seemed to be the only one capable of answering the most basic questions, who the family was, what they were driving, what the man looked like and where we were all positioned at the time.  I am the new ancient mariner afterall.  I watched my father and grandmother take their last earthly breaths, and was a bit of a hero during the dine and dash slashings at The Pier Restaurant when I was working my way through college and that crazy kid stabbed my manager, Steve, and also John, my surfing friend/ waiter.  God wants me places.  Anyway, it took maybe 15 minutes and then he said we all could go.  I almost cried as I mouthed that I was sorry while passing his family on the way out of the park and ride.  I don't think I will ever get the girl's face that may have been his daughter's, or the man's expression out of my memory.   It was unreal that traffic was moving fine again and there were no signs of the trauma on the road when I passed by right after.  I googled it this morning and nothing came up about him, just two other jumpers last year nearby.  Both had held up traffic for several hours.  Not seeing the story made it weird, but the speed of events that will forever play in slowmo in my head is much weirder still.  I am in charge of my mind and my emotions, but don't know why I am still trembling today.

Update:  two vigorous miles later, the physiology is back in check.