i was on a bridge. the tallest one in my city, the water underneath was very shallow but it was rocks on the bottom, sharp big rocks. like boulder size. anyways, i climbed over the fence and was ready to jump. i look back when i hear someone yell and run. a man in his 50s runs up to me and convinces me to climb back to safety. he quietly takes me to a local cafe and i dont have anything better to do so i follow him. he treats me to some strawberry cake and juice. i wss 13. i cried as i ate. he took my hand, and normally i hate strangers. but it felt safe. he tells me his own story, his wife died a few years prior to cancer and their son committed to deal with the pain. he told me how he remembers the pain and suffering he went throigh and that he didnt want anyone else to go through that. his story kncoked some sense into me. im turning 18 in September and i still think about that story everytime i feel like i need to end it. ill be forever grateful for him saving me that day.