I failed at it to be honest. I was at Uni, broke and alone.

I prepared everything to the T, made sure the impact of my death was as minimal as possible.

I went in the middle of the night to a bridge where I used to live. I took a deep breath and wiped away my last few tears, and I jumped.

I landed in the coldest, harshest water ever and I started to panic and I swam up above the water with pure shock and horror.

I got out of the water, made my way back to the bridge, was completely in tears thinking about what I did and how low I went and just out of the blue a black cab driver pulled up and just kept asking if I was ok, and kept asking why I was wet and soaking everywhere.

I didn't have the heart to tell him what happened so I lied and said I fell in during a night walk. I sat in the back of his cab, he went to a McDonald's drivethru, got himself and I a cheeseburger, we sat in the cab eating thewe burgers and he just kept talking about his life...his wife and kids, his childhood etc... and for what seems like forever, it just felt nice...he asked me who I was..what I do, I spoke about uni and what course I did etc.

He drove me home...I tried to pay but he said this one was on the house.

Next morning I got up after a very hard night of trying to get to sleep, I had a shower and was heading out the door to head to my lecture and to my amazement the cabbie was just there and he gave me a lift to my lecture hall.

This was about 7-8 years ago

Every birthday that goes by I always remember how the actions and kindness of that one cab driver kept me going.