“Wait, don’t jump,” I say. He replies “ I have to you just don’t understand what I’ve been going through”. I start to tell him a story about my own recent problems and struggles. “ I don’t know what you're going through but i'm pretty sure I know how you feel.” Down on your luck, the world’s against you, like life is a man who’s constantly pushing you down, kicking you on the ground, and won’t ever let you up. “ Exactly I feel like it's never my turn for something good to happen, so I might as well end this never ending chain of depression.” “My life used to be good I had it all a good job, family, and money” he said. I told him what happened and how’d he get to this point. “Investing in stocks, it went bad, I went broke, lost my job, couldn’t support my family so my wife left me, and now i’m  here on the verge to heaven where I will happy once again.  
Two years ago my wife and I were trying to conceive a baby, but it was hard because the doctor said she had uterus problems that would make it almost impossible to get pregnant. We lost hope, but one day I got the call. My wife said the test came out positive.“ That’s good for you at least someone is getting blessed.” I thought so too at first man, aye what's your name by the way. “James Jacob Jr.” He said “and if you don’t mind rapping this story up that would be great, i’m kinda trying to do something here.” Hey look I’m here trying to give you a talk of a lifetime and you rushing me so you jump off a damn bridge. You know what f*** it then, you wanna kill your kill yourself fine, deuces.
I pretend to walk away and then I look back and I see him squat down getting ready to jump. “No, wait I was just kidding.” Oh what now look man can I kill myself or not, the guy on the bridge said. “No you can’t, now as I was saying so basically my wife gets pregnant and nine months pass. We’re in the operating room because the baby need a C- section to come out. The doctors didn’t make the c-section in time the baby died because he was being choked by his umbilical cord.” As I was talking I noticed I began to cry and the man on the edge sat back and listened closer. “When my soon to be son died my heart died with him. I wanted to die with him, what was so long awaited was given to me and then just stripped away like that. I got through it though I know it's hard but giving up is not the answer you have continue on and find another reason to live”. He said “ wow that’s deep thanks for sharing your story with me I feel a little better. Maybe I don’t have to kill myself, maybe I should try to live again”. So I gave him 500 dollars thinking I changed his life, so he can get back on his feet and become a part of life again. He said thank you i’ll rethink my life. Later when I went home later on the news that same man was found dead under the bridge. Really wish I had my 500 dollars back because all I did in the end was waste my breathe and my money on a life I thought I made a difference in.