In 2016 I tried to jump off the Golden Gate Bridge.

People were photographing me in their sick, morbid, selfish curiosity as I was preparing to jump. Tears filling my eyes and... it was guttural.

When they started to take pictures of me I knew in that moment that nobody gave a shit. No one.

But there was one heaven sent angel, if you will, who approached me. I was shocked.

He seemed so strangely meant to be there... didn’t seem like someone who would be casually strolling miles of bridge. I don’t know if this makes sense but he seemed like a shaman or oracle or something. He was dark skinned and had long black hair and gold teeth. He came up to me and said, “You really seem like you need a hug. What do you need to talk about? I’m here. Just get off the ledge and talk to me. Please don’t do this.”

I tried months after to find this person but I don’t even know how to. But whoever you are, and whatever you are, you saved my life and I love you. I never forgot you and your kindness and humanity will never be forgotten. I try to pay it forward to others thanks to you.

You never know what people are going through. You never know if they’re a second away from ending it all.

Be kind and love. It will make a world’s difference.