I began running the length between our beach house and the sole access point of the island, the bridge. As I made my way down the graveled sidewalks, stretching miles long down the beaches, I finally approached the bridge. Breathing deeper and deeper I pushed the throbbing pain in my shins to the back of my head and pushed forward. As I pushed ahead, keeping my eyes locked on the bridge I spot something projecting above the bridge railing. Mindlessly running, I think nothing of it and continue on. A few feet away from the entrance of the bridge, I finally become visually enabled to depict what was actually protruding from the top of the bridge. It wasn’t an inanimate object, it appeared to be a middle aged man. As I stopped to catch my breath, standing just before the pearly bridge, I stared from afar. As I walked closer with my hands over head, I can see the blank, paralyzed expression on this man's face, as he gawked at the