Just then he open his eyes, close to the edge he lean forward yet, the wind kept whipping around his ears, as if it was speaking to him.

His mind empty it self of what he was about to do, He raised him self up and held one side of the rope, as if he was going to jump, then his mind started playing words over and over again. ” Who are you, that life is un-unfair, others are hurting to.” He grab the rope with both hands, and he started to cry even more, reasoning was setting in.

the wind was loudly rushing in his ears, he kept hearing faint words entering into his mind, “Help is available, if you are so tired then why are you not fighting to get better?” A question arised inside of him, “Do I really want to end it all, If I did there would be know sitting here this long.”

He stood up and wipe his eyes, he slowly pulled away from the edge of the railings. he step over back onto the main bridge. The words were louder and much clearer ” You are worth something, God does not make misteaks purpose is key.