Would that person land on water or pavement? With water one might have a chance but I don't think pavement is very forgiving...
Jumping from a great height onto water is not much different to jumping from a great height onto concrete.
It is really surprising. Ive seen something similar to that before as well. Even the gun shot sounds totally different. Its a little pop you barely hear, not the loud bang thats in movies. The way the blood flows and the amount of it is totally different as well. Things like this in pictures or video news stories is having less and less of an effect on me. That bothers me in a way. I dont like the idea of eventually getting to the point where I feel nothing when someone dies. It may be different in person, I hope never to find out.
I've looked at lots of internet pictures of some of those people who jumped and fell from the World Trade Center on 9/11. They didn't look very pretty after they'd hit the tarmac.
That reminds me.
When Britain was the world's economic and manufacturing powerhouse producing more than half of the world's coal, iron, cotton cloth and other products, my town of Bolton was, like many other towns in the North of England, a cotton town. It had, like the other cotton towns of the North of England, huge cotton mills dotted around it which spun cotton into cotton cloth. These mills would have operated 24/7 and would have been extremely noisy both inside and outside. Some of these mills survive to this day.
Literally just a few hundred yards from my home is Swan Lane Mill. Built between 1903 and 1906 it was the world's largest cotton mill, and is approximately a million square feet in size. It is in fact two humongous buildings, each five storeys high, a symbol of Britain's then mighty manufacturing prowess. In fact, it was the last mill in Bolton to spin cotton, and did so until as recently as 2001.
Swan Lane Mill in 1994
In June 2007 a steeplejack from Blackburn named John Alty, aged 40, fell to his death from the top of Swan Lane mill's 300ft chimney (which has a big white swan painted on its size). He and a colleague had been repairing brickwork at the top of the chimney when the scaffolding they were on collapsed. The dead man's colleague narrowly escaped death himself by clinging to a ladder on the outside of the chimney.
You can see this factory and the chimney from the living room window and one of the bedroom windows of my parents' home and I remember seeing the two men walking around near the top of the chimney just before one of them fell to his death.
