One night, a student from my building took herself to the edge of a bridge overlooking a gorge, intending to end her life. What stopped her wasn't a professional, a trained counselor, or a hotline. It was another student, simply passing by, who noticed her crying, paused, and asked if she was okay. That conversation saved her life.
The Lighthouse Effect
One night, a student from my building took herself to the edge of a bridge overlooking a gorge, intending to end her life. What stopped her wasn't a professional, a trained counselor, or a hotline. It was another student, simply passing by, who noticed her crying, paused, and asked if she was okay. That conversation saved her life.