My husband was driving home from work the other day.
He noticed a young girl standing on the edge of a bridge about to commit suicide. He got out of his car, talked to her, took her by the hand and got her off the bridge. He saved her life.
He didn’t find out much about her, because other bystanders had called 911 so the police, fire and ambulance showed up very quickly. He does know she was on a day pass from the psychiatric ward at North York General Hospital. Young. Frail. Disturbed. She kept apologizing. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
For someome to think that their life is worthless is unimaginable. Life is a gift. You should enjoy every day. Every minute. Every second. Material objects and how much you weigh are meaningless. It’s what you do with your life and those you touch that matter.
I need to practice what I preach.