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 filled my eyes, and it was guttural. When they started to take pictures of me, I knew at that moment that nobody gave a crap. 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 anyone who would be casually strolling miles of a 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. 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 tried 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.