[ WP ] all humans gain a super power on a random day of their life . you awake on your 70th birthday to discover you have finally gained your power .

Call me crazy, but when someone jumps off the Golden Gate Bridge, you expect them to die. 
 
 At least most of the time, that is. If it ’ s not the impact that does them in, they ’ ll drown for sure. They are exceptions – I ’ m aware of these more than most – but I didn ’ t expect to be one. 
 
 Yet, as I drifted to the bottom of the San Francisco Bay, I realized that it *would* be my luck. All I wanted to do was go out on my own terms after seventy whole years of this bullshit. Apparently, fate had other plans. 
 
 I try to flail my arms but they are useless. I never learned how to swim. I ’ m not doing much more than wasting more energy in a pointless attempt to surface. 
 
 The water grows colder, causing me to shiver. Each inhalation freezes my insides, the feeling of needles pricking my lungs. Yet, I still don ’ t die. It just hurts like hell. 
 
 You know, if you asked me where I thought I ’ d be at the ripe age of seventy, I wouldn ’ t say this. I expected to be surrounded by family and loved ones, watching my grandchildren grow up into their powers. Little did I know, I didn ’ t even grow into my powers myself. 
 
 I was branded a Dud, the same as everyone else who hadn ’ t gained their power by thirty. Some Duds got lucky, though. A had a buddy in my support group who finally got his at around forty-four. Another lady in the news got hers at sixty-two. 
 
 But at seventy, I got the hint. God, or whatever not-so-benevolent force out there, has been sending me a pretty clear message for decades now. I was a mistake and had to live out my miserable life constantly reminded of so. 
 
 My family disowned me. 
 
 My wife left me for a super speed freak. 
 
 Even my own kid acted like I had jumped off a bridge years ago. 
 
 So I said enough was enough. I decided to end my eight decades of living off with a bang. I always like the Golden Gate Bridge, anyway. It was one of the few places that cleared my mind. 
 
 Now, I ’ m not so sure. My mind is buzzing as my body is being pressed with a fuckton of water. I ’ m at the bottom now, I think. It doesn ’ t feel like I ’ m sinking anymore. 
 
 I sigh, or at least try to with a body full of water. Why did I have to discover my immorality now of all times? Oh well, I guess I better start learning how to swim. This is going to take a while. 
 
 Happy fucking birthday to me.
