To the woman who jumped…
I do not know your name or your age. I do not know what you looked like or what your hobbies were. I wish that I would have crossed paths with you before the incident that Friday morning. I wish I could have told you that this was not the answer and helped you find help, but now it is too late.
When it was announced that we had hit a pedestrian my heart immediately sank. So many thoughts were going through my head: How old? Girl or boy? Do they have a family? I wonder what they were on their way to do? As these thoughts and so many more rushed through my head, another passenger on the train shouted: “It was probably just another suicide”.
But to me, your accident was not just another suicide. It was another life and person taken from earth way too soon when they had so much left to give. I imagine that you felt like you were at the bottom and nothing would ever get better, I am sorry. But “every storm runs out of rain”. In time things would have turned around and I wish someone could have helped you see that.
When you jumped you ended your life, but you changed other people’s lives too. The conductor of the train will probably never see the tracks the way he did before, I will never forget the feelings and the things I saw, and those that loved you will never get you back.
I hope anyone else who feels the way that you may have felt knows that not only do I love you, but God loves you and your family and friends love you.
Every storm runs out of rain, and I wish you would have hung in there to see the rainbow.
