Once upon a time, I fell off of the Marine Park Bridge in New York City.

My back hit a concrete piling and the results were not too pretty

I thought my life was over as I tumbled down

I scraped my back and hit the water hard and thought I would drown

The thoughts those last few seconds stay with me even today; I was at peace knowing all was well

I was unafraid as I imagined Heaven was near and was confident that I was not going to hell

Then, after the splash, I recovered quick and found myself swimming as fast as I could to dry land

I got on the beach, where a couple noticed that I was bleeding and my back felt like fire in the sand

These folks treated me with some kind of lotion that burned so bad that I did not ask for more

 That was a long time ago, but I still recall it all, as I fell off the bridge near the rocky New York shore.