Check out this tidbit from today's M&R:
"Just in time: Eight new arrivals to San Francisco's Walden House drug and alcohol rehab center decided to take a stroll across the Golden Gate Bridge the other day when one of them spotted a woman clinging to the platform's outside railing and looking distraught.
They tried talking her back over, but without success. Then, just as the would-be jumper let go with one hand, a Walden House client reached over and grabbed her windbreaker while two others pulled her back over the railing to safety.
The cops arrived, and she was whisked off for psychiatric observation.
"They were buzzing for quite a few days," says Jori Schlecht, a onetime client who now runs the 815 Buena Vista West center.
And this week, Walden House plans to throw a pizza party in their honor."
Wait a second. That's what you do in rehab? Twart public suicide?
And these new arrivals can just walk across massive bridges NEAR LOTS OF BARS by themselves, stepping in whenever trouble arises?
They probably helped a bunch of little old ladies cross the street and chased down a couple of purse snatchers on their way back to rehab.
The best/worst part of this story as that these junkies saved someone's life 200 feet above shark infested waters and all they get is what I assume is a "dry" pizza party. If I went on an afternoon stroll and ended up pulling someone back from the brink of death, I'd need one hell of a Gibson...