This Biker Sat With Me on a Bridge for Six Hours When I Was Going to Jump…What He Did Instead Saved My Life

I was seventeen. I’d been planning it for three months. Written the note. Given away my things. Picked this bridge because it was high enough that there’d be no second chances.

Those three months hadn’t looked dramatic from the outside.

That’s the part people misunderstood later.

I still went to school.

I still answered teachers when they called my name.