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Unexpected sad find this morning

I was out fishing around Narragansett this morning and walking along the rocks near narrow river and I see a coat folded up neatly on a rock and then turn my head to see who's coat this could be and then I see a man with a gun. At first I back up thinking the guy is going to take a shot at me , but I quickly realize he is dead. I can see the blood on the rocks. Suicide with a rifle. I back up and call 911.

I would sometimes think someday I am going to see a body wash up. I never thought I would see this.

I stand there waiting for the police thinking this poor guy is missing this nice fall day, very sad.

I think he was an older man but not sure.

That is sad. Very sad...

Sad. I hope I never see that.

Seems that place likely had some meaning to him. He may have had a severe health condition and decided he was not strong enough to handle it. Have kind thoughts, and say a brief prayer.

Wow. Just Wow
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I can't imagine things getting so bad that the only way out is suicide. God rest his soul! If there is any family, they are now left with this too. God help us all!

Sorry that had to happen Plugger....and sorry you had to find it.

Ya.....as a kid fishing the canal and seeing all the red and blue lights on top of the bridges and the army corp patrol boat with its flashing lights on pulling a dead jumper out of the ditch......It is very sad that some folks think suicide is there only option.......sorry you had to see that........

I've always said I hope never to find a body while I am fishing.. I've rehersed the way i would approach it.. I dont know how I'd approach what you found, other than the way you did.. talk about making your blood run cold...

Sorry you had to see that........sad to see and now you will always have a reminder at that spot.

I feel for the individuals family having dealt with that situation suicide should never be an option. You never what could come for you down the road. I am sorry you had that experience. I hope he finds the peace he was looking for.
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What a macabre and bizarre scene that must have been.

At the risk of sounding like a new-age freak, that spot does have a mystique and a power about it that is very unique.

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Originally Posted by Joe (Post 897700)

At the risk of sounding like a new-age freak, that spot does have a mystique and a power about it that is very unique.

I always felt that way when I fished there. Now I fear that feeling will be tainted. Very sad...

Makes me think we should all help one another a little bit more then maybe.........
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I'm curious about where this took place... The rocky areas of the narrow river are so hard to get to.... I'm wondering if this was at sprague bridge?? I always felt nervous anytime I approached the underside of that bridge.
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Sorry you came upon that. Hope he's at peace now. Bummer...

Nebe, it was on the camp varnum side of the inlet, not an easy spot to access.

Wow. Thats concerning. I hope it wasn't who I think it was
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Plugger, make sure your O.K. with it. I know how sucky this is, so make sure you talk it out bud.

We'll never know. Maybe the guy was an #^&#^&#^&#^&#^&#^&#^& to everybody he knew. Maybe he beat and tortured children. Try not to think the guy was a great guy who decided to end his life. He obviously did have problems and that sucks. I feel more bad for you than I do for the guy that killed himself.
You may think my feelings are heartless, but stuff like that doesn't disturbe me...I see a lot of it so im just numb to it.
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I'm glad I didn't see it. That stuff leaves a stain on you. It's why so many first responders have emotional problems. You have to be capable of either compartmentalizing the job, or desensitizing yourself. I couldn't do it. Seeing that could definitely cause some short or long-term PTSD.

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Well said Joe, after 30 years in the business of dealing with this type of death it never gets easy, if it does, then you have your own problem. The people who commit the act do not realize that it affects many more than just the family involved. There is a railroad overpass where I must drive at least once a day where a local citizen decided to jump in front of a train, there is not a time that I pass under that bridge that I do not not think about that incident, 25 years later. Prayers for his and this mans soul.

To the OP, if you find that you have trouble dealing with what you saw, always remember , that he was beyond your help. As someone else said, talk to close friends and family about it and seek help early if you think it has affected you.

Horrible. Sorry for everyone involved.

My God have mercy on his soul and yours for seeing it, sad indeed..

RIP, God bless his family/friends. Also sorry you had to see that.

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For whom the Bell Tolls
John Donne

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From "Devotions upon Emergent Occasions" (1623), XVII: Nunc Lento Sonitu Di#^&#^&#^&#^&, Morieris - "Now, this bell tolling softly for another, says to me: Thou must die."
PERCHANCE he for whom this bell tolls may be so ill, as that he knows not it tolls for him; and perchance I may think myself so much better than I am, as that they who are about me, and see my state, may have caused it to toll for me, and I know not that.
The church is Catholic, universal, so are all her actions; all that she does belongs to all.
When she baptizes a child, that action concerns me; for that child is thereby connected to that body which is my head too, and ingrafted into that body whereof I am a member.
And when she buries a man, that action concerns me: all mankind is of one author, and is one volume; when one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language; and every chapter must be so translated; God employs several translators; some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice; but God's hand is in every translation, and his hand shall bind up all our scattered leaves again for that library where every book shall lie open to one another.
As therefore the bell that rings to a sermon calls not upon the preacher only, but upon the congregation to come, so this bell calls us all; but how much more me, who am brought so near the door by this sickness.
There was a contention as far as a suit (in which both piety and dignity, religion and estimation, were mingled), which of the religious orders should ring to prayers first in the morning; and it was determined, that they should ring first that rose earliest.
If we understand aright the dignity of this bell that tolls for our evening prayer, we would be glad to make it ours by rising early, in that application, that it might be ours as well as his, whose indeed it is.
The bell doth toll for him that thinks it doth; and though it intermit again, yet from that minute that this occasion wrought upon him, he is united to God.
Who casts not up his eye to the sun when it rises? but who takes off his eye from a comet when that breaks out? Who bends not his ear to any bell which upon any occasion rings? but who can remove it from that bell which is passing a piece of himself out of this world? No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend's or of thine own were: any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.
Neither can we call this a begging of misery, or a borrowing of misery, as though we were not miserable enough of ourselves, but must fetch in more from the next house, in taking upon us the misery of our neighbours.
Truly it were an excusable covetousness if we did, for affliction is a treasure, and scarce any man hath enough of it.
No man hath affliction enough that is not matured and ripened by it, and made fit for God by that affliction.
If a man carry treasure in bullion, or in a wedge of gold, and have none coined into current money, his treasure will not defray him as he travels.
Tribulation is treasure in the nature of it, but it is not current money in the use of it, except we get nearer and nearer our home, heaven, by it.
Another man may be sick too, and sick to death, and this affliction may lie in his bowels, as gold in a mine, and be of no use to him; but this bell, that tells me of his affliction, digs out and applies that gold to me: if by this consideration of another's danger I take mine own into contemplation, and so secure myself, by making my recourse to my God, who is our only security.

At the risk of sounding like.............................................. ..well me. Did you end up fishing and did you catch anything if you did fish.

And I am sorry for you having to find and see that, that sucks big time for all involved.

I came across pretty much the same scene when I was a kid visiting my grandfather in Delaware. He was taking me fishing. I barely saw the man because my grandfather turned me around so quickly when we came upon the body. So quickly that he thought I never saw it and I never told him I did.