Xochitl Arias
At the bridge that spanned the gorge of Big Tujunga Creek, he recalled when he had first met Xochi. Among a group of people, she had walked along the bridge and, strapped to bungee-jumping paraphernalia, seemed most vulnerable. But when she stood over the railings of the bridge and paused on its ledge, she appeared most courageous. As she tilted forward and let herself fall into the abyss, he had felt relief from the anguish that had brought him on the journey.