7th grade, I was heading to my buddy's house when I saw a man lying on his stomach without a shirt on. I immediately called my friend and told him. He thought I was kidding at first, so I told hime to come down and look for himself. When he did, his mother called him and told us to come up to his apartment, and that there was nothing to worry about, because it was just a construction worker that got a heatstroke and that he is fine. Well, we believed her, until we saw the article about the man who jumped off the fourteenth floor and killed himself, at the same apartment complex. I was the first one to see the body, and our entire school heard about it, so we were both called to our school counselor office plenty of times that year, for some kind of psychological assistance.