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

This biker sat with me on a bridge for six hours when I was going to jump, and he never once told me not to do it. That’s what saved my life.

Not the police who showed up and yelled through megaphones. Not the crisis counselor who read from a script. Not my mother who screamed from behind the barricade.

It was the stranger in the leather vest who climbed over the railing and sat down next to me like we were old friends watching a sunset.