Archive | June, 2014

An Historic Day For Suicide Prevention: Plan Approved To Build Safety Nets At The Golden Gate Bridge

27 Jun

Golden Gate Bridge

The images play in high definition in my mind every day. It is November 9th, 2010, and Jeff gets in his car to drive twenty minutes to the Bear Mountain Bridge, where he will take one final deep breath before jumping. He drives across to the Rockland County side of the bridge and parks his car on the right shoulder. He stays in the car for a minute to pump himself up to do this, because he knows full well that if he hesitates for even a second, the opportunity will be lost, and he will not go through with it. Though It was a temporary wave of hopelessness that got him to this point on this day, he wasn’t going to turn back now. He places his cell phone on top of the final notes resting on the passenger’s seat, does his cross, and bolts from the car. He starts to jog toward the edge of the bridge, preparing to leap when he gets there.

But when Jeff gets within six feet of the edge, he looks over the rail and stops in his tracks. Holy shit, what the hell is that? Jeff is stunned to see a stainless steel net hanging about twenty feet below and extending outward twenty feet from the side of the bridge. He can’t possibly jump far enough outward to get past the net, which extends the entire length of the bridge. Now what? He sprints across to the other side. Same thing. Another net. “I better get the hell out of here before the cops pick me up”, Jeff says to himself, and he sprints back to his car and hightails it back to Chappaqua. As he drives home, he starts to feel relief. “Shit, that was close. Watching the Knicks game with Dad tonight isn’t looking so bad after all”, he thinks to himself.

This is a fantasy, but that is only because dozens of people who killed themselves by jumping from the Bear Mountain Bridge over the past decade– the most recent of which was an 81 year old man this past Father’s Day– have not convinced the authorities that barriers are necessary to stop the madness and save precious lives. Instead, they prefer useless hotline phones that people are supposed to pick up and make a call instead of jumping.

“Come on, Rich”, you say, “if he was hell bent on killing himself, he would have just driven another half hour over to the Tappan Zee Bridge and done it there.” But that’s precisely the point. Like the vast majority of suicide jumpers, Jeff was NOT hell bent on killing himself. What he did that day was an impulsive act driven by a temporary feeling of deep despair. Had a barrier like that been in place, Jeff’s plan would have been foiled, the feeling would have passed, and his flirtation with suicide would have been over for good. But don’t take my word for it. Instead listen to what Eve Meyer, head of San Francisco Suicide Prevention and a 25 year advocate for a barrier on the Golden Gate Bridge, has to say about this:

“Scientific evidence is overwhelming that having a deterrent reduces suicide because it is so often an impulse feeling for many people. It’s been proven that if you stop someone, most won’t try again…This is about taking away the ability to act on that suicidal impulse.” (“Will San Francisco break the fall of the Golden Gate Bridge Jumpers”, Holly Bailey, Yahoo News, June 26, 2014)

Today, in an historic breakthrough for the cause of suicide prevention worldwide, the Golden Gate Bridge Highway and Transportation District’s board of directors unanimously approved a plan calling for a stainless steel net—exactly the one I described in my fantasy above—to be built on either side of what is arguably the most breathtakingly beautiful bridge in the world.

After years of opposition from those worried more about aesthetics than about saving lives, and from those who argued that those who wanted to kill themselves would simply find another way, the Board could no longer ignore the irrefutable facts. Those facts were articulated clearly in Stephanie Smith’s June 27th article on entitled “’A view or a life?’: Golden Gate Bridge may get suicide barrier”. First she quotes Denis Mulligan, CEO and general manager of the transportation district, who said:

“Where nets have been erected as suicide barriers, they’ve proven to be 100% effective thus far. Suicidal people have stopped jumping at those locations.”

Those locations include the Clifton Suspension Bridge in England and the Duke Ellington Bridge in Washington, where, after barriers were installed, suicide rates went down dramatically.

But here is the clincher and the reason I know with certainty that Jeff would be alive today if the Bear Mountain Bridge had a similar barrier on November 9th, 2010. Smith writes:

“Very rarely do people who are stopped from jumping go on to commit suicide, according to a study published in 1978 by Richard Seiden, a researcher at the University of California, Berkeley. More than 90% of would-be jumpers who were stopped, according to the oft-cited study, were still alive decades later.”

Dear God.

More than 90% of would-be jumpers who were stopped were still alive decades later. That, my friends, is why Jeffrey Alexander Klein’s death was so utterly tragic. I have written numerous times that his death was driven by a TEMPORARY wave of despair and was completely unnecessary. He just needed to be stopped on that day, and there wasn’t anybody or anything there to stop him. The facts are indisputable.

The beauty of the Golden Gate Bridge belies the fact that it is the most used suicide spot in the United States, and second most in the world. Last year was its most tragic yet, as a record 46 people jumped to their deaths from the bridge. The Bridge Rail Foundation estimates that over 1,600 people have died after jumping from the Golden Gate since it opened in 1937.

Retired police officer Kevin Briggs, who used to patrol the bridge, which has been described as “majestic” and an “architectural wonder”, recalls in Smith’s article how the father of a young man who died after jumping from the Golden Gate said to him:

“A view or a life?, A view or a life?”

The answer is quite clear.

The implications of today’s landmark decision to build safety nets below the Golden Gate Bridge are nothing less than staggering. Now that the Board responsible for this iconic bridge has caved to the truth that safety nets save lives, there is not a bridge in the world that can avoid following suit. The Golden Gate is the second largest suspension bridge in the U.S., and the total cost of the safety nets to be built is estimated at $76 million. Thus, the cost to protect the thousands of shorter bridges in the world will pale in comparison.  How ironic it is that Barack Obama, the President that Jeff supported so passionately, is the man who two years ago signed into law a bill making barriers and safety nets eligible for federal funding.  The time is now to seize on the momentum created by today’s incredible decision.

It is painful to know that it is almost inevitable that more people will die jumping from the Golden Gate Bridge before construction of the nets is completed in 2018. Work on this project cannot begin or end soon enough. And it is both heartening and absolutely excruciating to know that one day, the Bear Mountain Bridge will also give in to the overwhelming pressure to build the barriers or safety nets that will eradicate the plague of suicide from that bridge forever.

Tomorrow, once again, the high def movie of Jeff’s final minutes will play in my tortured mind. But after what happened today on our left coast, I will at least know that what is a fantasy for me will someday soon be a reality for scores of other parents who will be spared from going through what our family has endured. Their young adult children may not have heard about the stainless steel nets hanging below the Golden Gate Bridge when they head there to end their lives in 2018. But when they get there and realize their plan has been foiled by brave and compassionate Board members who cared about them, they will almost certainly become part of the 90% who will be here to tell the tale decades from now.

Today, the Golden Gate. Tomorrow, the Bear Mountain and all the others.

Lives have been chosen over a view.

I can’t imagine, though, a more beautiful view than that of a bridge’s safety net, communicating to would-be jumpers through its very presence, that life is always worth living and that it’s time to just turn around and head home.

–Rich Klein


Jeff Chose The Wrong Bridge: A Father’s Day Reflection-Part 4

15 Jun

“Oh, when darkness comes,

And pain is all around,

Like a bridge over troubled water,

I will lay me down.

—Simon & Garfunkel, “Bridge Over Troubled Water”, 1970



Dear Jeff,

It is incomprehensible to me that seven months have passed since I last wrote to you in my “Let It Be” post, though I guess it’s no more shocking than the fact that it’s been three years and seven months since you left us. And so here we are, at the dawn of the fourth Father’s Day that you have spent in Heaven, and it is a day that continues to confound me more than any other during the calendar year. On the one hand, I am so blessed both to have sons like Drew and Brett, who literally make me feel like the greatest father of all-time and also to have had you as a son and dear friend for 23 ½ amazing years. On the other hand, this day never fails to conjure up the memories of all my failures and missed opportunities to keep you here with us. These terrible thoughts are debilitating, because they almost make me feel unworthy of even celebrating this day, though I know deep down that such feelings are unfounded.

I get so confused sometimes when I think about my current relationship with you. I mean, I wrote above “to have had you as a son”, but aren’t you still my son? Of course you are. You just happen to be in Heaven. I still take care of you and your memory by writing on Kleinsaucer and by maintaining the Friends of Jeff Klein facebook page. I still call you every day and listen to your voicemail greeting. And I don’t devote any less time or energy to my relationship with you now than I did when you were here. It’s just much more complicated now.


Hanging with Jeff at the beach, August 2005

My confusion causes me to stumble frequently when strangers ask about my kids. Mom got angry with me in December when a 20-something year old car salesman asked me how many kids I had, and I answered that I had two boys. Later, she wanted to know how I could say such a thing. I don’t know, I guess I just shudder at the thought of the inevitable follow up questions about where you all are and what you’re up to in life. That happened once at a big client dinner when I mentioned to a colleague across the table that my oldest son graduated from Middlebury in 2009. The guy asked me what you’ve been doing since, and I stammered and said something like “it’s a long story, I’ll tell you some other time.” It’s brutal, Jeff. It really is.

I try to keep you alive in every way I possibly can. We still receive mail addressed to you from time to time, and I never notify the sender to take your name off their list. I also receive a daily email with an inspirational quote. It’s quite strange, because I never signed up for this, and yet it comes to my email address with the subject line “Your Inspirational Quote Jeff”. Why are they sending a daily email to my mailbox that addresses you? In any event, I will never unsubscribe from this, because seeing emails with your name on them makes me feel like you are still part of this world. And how ironic it is that they contain inspirational quotes that could have really benefited you.

Inspirational Quote

In addition, we constantly get emails from asking us to send you care packages for midterm week, finals week, Valentine’s Day and all sorts of other occasions. We will never stop these emails either, because if this company thinks you’re alive and still a student at Middlebury, then maybe in some metaphysical way, you are. It somehow makes me feel as if you are closer to us and to this world than is actually the case.

midd care packages 2

Last Father’s Day, I wrote about the most egregious mistake I made as your father, which was neglecting to take you far away to a beach for a week when you were at the peak of your struggles, with no job and no real plan, in October 2010. There is still no question in my mind that if I had done that, your head would have cleared, we would have strategized about and agreed on a viable plan of attack for your future, and you would have come home a new and revitalized young man. And you’d be alive today. Instead, I went to work and left you home to flounder.

As if that crucial mistake wasn’t bad enough, I recently came upon an email, during one of my ongoing searches for precious memories of you, that highlighted yet another terrible error I made at a critical point in time. For context, you remember how nerve-racking it was for me during the financial crisis in 2009 when Bank of America was laying off people left and right after our merger with Merrill Lynch. As it became clearer over that year and into 2010 that I was not going to be one of the casualties, it was a tremendous relief for me.

And I guess that is why on August 2nd, 2010, at the very height of your suffering at your own job, when you were completely buried with work and could barely come up for air, I thoughtlessly sent you an email containing a snippet of my very positive 2010 mid-year performance review. I know that your beautiful response below was genuine and heartfelt, but looking back on it now, the level of insensitivity I displayed by sending you such a thing at that time is appalling.


I actually don’t know how I could have done such a thing, and knowing you the way I do, I am quite certain in retrospect that my email accelerated your downward spiral. Nine days later, you walked out and quit. Under more normal circumstances, my email could have reinforced your view of me as a role model, which is what every father wants to be for his kids. But being unfair to yourself, you felt as if you were failing under the weight of grueling hours and demanding attorneys. I was not nearly sensitive enough to that reality, and as a result, my email highlighted a contrast that likely made you feel worse about yourself, rather than prouder of me. It was a disgraceful lack of judgment on my part, and although it is too late now, Jeff, I apologize from the bottom of my heart. I don’t err all that much, but when I screw up, I seem to do so in a big way.

So many people have said to me over these last few years that you must not have thought about the amount of pain that you’d be leaving behind, because if you had, you never would have gone through with it. But sadly, you and I know the truth about that.

I know that you damn well remember the night, about two weeks before you jumped, when I came in your room with the clear intent of addressing the consequences of you ever acting on your horrific thoughts. I knew how dire the situation was then, and I decided I needed to look you in the eyes and tell you straight up. I also knew that I would never forgive myself if, Heaven forbid, I hadn’t had this conversation, and then you ended up doing what you ultimately did. And so I decided to go for the game changer and lay it on thick. I will always remember my exact words to you that night, because I prepared extensively for this conversation, and I felt certain these words, along with The Napkin I had already shown you, were my best shots to eradicate suicidal thoughts from your brain once and for all:

“Jeff, you may think that you’d be putting yourself at peace if you ever acted upon your thoughts, but the devastation and carnage you’d be leaving behind would be unimaginable. Mom and I would never be able to withstand the pain of losing you. You would scar both your brothers for life. I would need to quit my job and sell the house. We would never be able to walk by this room. Would you EVER do that to your family?”

Naturally you said you wouldn’t, but I remember feeling that there was a lack of total conviction in your voice, and the brief conversation did not put me at ease. But what else was I supposed to do? Put you under surveillance and have you followed 24/7? Honestly, if I had thought of that at the time, I would have done it. You’d still be here if I had, because you would have been stopped before ever getting to the bridge. Believe me, I torment myself with those thoughts every day.

But I can imagine what you’re thinking now:

“Well Dad, let’s see. You didn’t quit your job or sell the house. You all walk by my room every day, and you go in there all the time. Drew and Brett are doing great. You and Mom seem fine to me. So what was up with all those things you said to me that night?”

All I can say to that, Jeff, is that you will never know the feelings that Mom, Drew, Brett and I live with every single day. You will never know the pain that comes from losing a child or a brother, especially in this way, and you will never know how deep the pain runs from simply missing you. And you will never understand how it feels when everywhere I go, there is something that reminds me of you and of how you should still be here with us. Yes, we opted for stability in not selling the house, and I would never have compromised my ability to support our family by quitting my job, but the fact remains that you did leave unimaginable devastation and carnage in your wake, just as I said you would. You may not be able to see it, but it exists in our broken hearts.

My egregious mistakes notwithstanding, I was the one who could have led you to a better place, but with a mind altered by anti-depressants, you were simply not a willing partner at the end. The real tragedy is that your despair was temporary, and all you needed was a temporary bridge over the troubled water you saw to get you to that better place.

I was that bridge, Jeff, and you knew it.

I have never encountered a weight that I couldn’t carry, and your 190 pounds of muscle would have been no different. And like all fathers would have, I tried to lay myself down and carry you on my back. But you wouldn’t let me. Instead, you chose the bridge at Bear Mountain as a permanent ending place, rather than me as the bridge to a future filled with happiness and stability. I guess it all gets back to that imaginary trip–to a beach in Florida– that I never thought to take you on until it was too late. That is where I should have taken you to change the outcome. I will never live down my failure to do that. Even without that trip, though, I was still there trying to advise you, guide you and motivate you. I just couldn’t get through to you.

As a father who adored you, I was the bridge you should have chosen. I was the bridge that would have taken you from your troubled present to a very near future when your body and mind would have been free from the meds once and for all. From then on, you would have found your path, and the Bear Mountain Bridge would have represented nothing more than a scenic route to take when traveling to Rockland County. I was the only bridge you would ever have needed.

In the years before the meds attacked your brain, you knew that life was full of great moments that made the tough times seem trivial.  I recently came across your Facebook status from July 23rd, 2009.  Remember this one from when you were in Florida with Jack, Ryan and Elon?

Jeff life is good status

Rubbing my eyes.

Life is good?


Life is good.


How did you ever forget that?

Why was I unable to get you to understand that, despite the struggles we all go through, we must forge ahead on our journey and live for the good moments.  Especially when you have the type of support network that you did.

Despite the failures and mistakes that Father’s day conjures up, I intend to enthusiastically celebrate it. Drew and Brett have so many of your best traits, especially those of warmth and kindness, and they give me love and support every day. The closeness of my relationship with each of them is such a blessing, and I can’t imagine what would have happened to me if I didn’t have them. And whether we just play some tennis, go play pick-up basketball at the gym, or throw the Frisbee around at Gedney Park, it’s going to be a great day.  And I know one thing for sure–the three of us will end Father’s Day by watching Game 5 of the Heat-Spurs series tonight.

Brett and me at Yankees 2013

rich and drew in red hawks shirts

In the final analysis, I know that even the best of fathers make mistakes. The problem is that mine were made during the crunch time in your life and were so completely avoidable had I applied even a modicum of common sense to the situation at hand. For what it’s worth, I have learned so much from what happened and I should be equipped now to be a better father and a wiser man going forward.

The inner peace that I have started to feel recently comes from my having used the last three years and seven months as a time of deep reflection about my 27 years of fatherhood, which you initiated. During that time, I have come to realize that you, Drew and Brett have given me nothing but positive reinforcement for the job I’ve done as your father all these years. Even in your final notes, you cast all the blame upon yourself and told us we were “the best parents a son could ever ask for.”

And so it’s time now to enjoy the type of family day that you lived for. As with everything, we will do so with your spirit in our hearts and your photos all around us. I am a blessed man with two special sons here and 23 ½ years worth of amazing memories of my time spent with you.

Perhaps the most touching and, in retrospect, poignant thing you ever wrote to me was in the last birthday card I ever received from you, on August 12th, 2010. You had quit your job the day before, but you didn’t tell us because you didn’t want to ruin my birthday. At your lowest moment, you wrote:

“I feel happy and safe when I am around you, and I realize how much you care about me.”


Jeff last birthday card to me

Jeff last birthday card to me 2

I guess a father can’t ask for much more on Father’s Day than to know that he has made his kids feel happy and safe, and that they know how much he cares. It begs the question, of course, why those feelings weren’t enough to keep you here and why you didn’t use me as your bridge. It is a question that I will ponder for years to come, but not today. It is my special day, and I’m quite sure you would tell me that I deserve to celebrate it with a mind unencumbered by such difficult thoughts.

Love you always,