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.
http://www.theherald.com.au/story/4009583/dark-secrets-of-the-clergy/
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.
http://www.theherald.com.au/story/4009583/dark-secrets-of-the-clergy/