AUSTRALIA
Newcastle Herald
JOANNE MCCARTHY
22 Jul 2016
THE man looked down from the fourth floor window to a footpath where he’d decided to end his life.
It was 1997. He was pissed.
He’d made the decision to kill himself in an entirely matter-of-fact way after his pissed barrister mate lurched away to find a toilet.
James Miller stepped onto the window ledge at Newcastle Law School’s King Street Clinic. He was 35.
He was always the boy most likely to achieve. Mind like a steel trap. Confident. Happy. A blond-haired, blue-eyed surfer in a town where his type were gods. Destined for great things.
And here he was on the window ledge waiting to die, with the lights of Newcastle City Hall shining across the park.
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