My nerve and human dignity came back.

I would not wait until, my strength exhausted, I slid from my perch as a wounded bird falls from a tree.

No, I would follow him at once, of my own act.
I let my arms fall against my sides, and rejoiced in the relief from pain that the movement gave me.

Then balanced upon my heels, I stood upright, took my last look at the sky, muttered my last prayer.

For an instant I remained thus poised.
Shouting, "I come," I raised my hands above my head and dived as a bather dives, dived into the black gulf beneath..