Life has treated you cruel. You've lost that one person that you love the most. Your friends make fun of your alienated features. Your family thinks your a bum. You have no one left. "What is the point? Do those people a favor and leave. Start anew." The voices tell you, these voices are no stranger, but every time you hear them they are louder than the last. "LEAVE THEM, THEY DON'T LOVE YOU, DON'T YOU REALIZE, HOW MUCH YOU DO FOR THEM? THEY DON'T EVEN NOTICE! THEY DON'T KNOW YOUR STRUGGLE, IF THEY CARED THEY WOULD TRY TO UNDERSTAND. LEAVE THEM!" Although the voices has never convinced you, but god has also never answered your prayers for help. Does god not love you as well? You question. You take the rope from your closet and ask god yourself.
Before you jump. You close your eyes, praying to god once again, to help you this once if he's true. As you take the final step. You expected pain and agony, but instead you feel wind behind you. "How is this possible?" You question. You open your eyes, looking behind you is the ground. *SPLAT* Confused, you ask yourself. "How am I alive?"
The gods has made you physical stronger than anyone to pave your own path and those who choose to follows.