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  • Every city or town has a place somewhere in or near it, that final acts of desperation seem to happen frequently. Spokane has it's Monroe Street Bridge. Many have jumped to their death from here. The raging river below is unforgiving, and offers no chance for survival. One would not survive the river even without the drop from the bridge. Of all the ways to commit suicide, this is probably the most public.

    There have been a few cases of suicide among the people I have known throughout my life. The first stands as the most damaging I ever encountered. The father of a childhood friend Jeremy Coble, sat in his car in his driveway with a hose from the exhaust to the driver side window. He had not the education, job skills, income, or inner strength to endure his son's deafness, and his wife's raging alcoholism any longer. He took the only way out he could find. To go to sleep, and feel no more.

    His death made life for his deaf son even harder, and his mother's drinking escalated to a point that she drank herself to death also. Jeremy, after far too many years of pain and guilt, luckily found his way out of the despair that plagued his parents, without following the same path as the example they (his parents) had set for him. He found his way as a result of a good woman, who loved and supported him where his mother and father had failed, and who introduced him to God on an intimate basis. She took him to church with her.

    Suicide is not an answer to problems. It's the ultimate avoidance of answers. It passes the burden on tenfold to the people who you love, and who love you the most. The ones who would gladly give up their own life if it would only save yours.

    There have been far too many I have known that took this road, and the pain it causes never gets any easier for those left to reason why.

    If any one reading this has thoughts of ending it all, or knows someone feeling the same, seek help and advice from some one you love and trust, or discuss it with them, unabashedly, out-rightly, even publicly. The open exposure of these feelings may serve as a deterrent. If nothing else, they will know without doubt that they are loved.

    Times are hard right now, and more people are giving up hope. It's up to all of us that are able, to stand ready to help those in need, so there may be a brighter future for them. And so that they will still be here to enjoy it with us.

    I'm writing this, and sharing it here because I see almost daily, in news articles or hear of, in conversations with people I know, accounts of suicides that renew the pain I felt for my good friend Jeremy with his fathers death. The only thing that can make a difference is unconditional love.

    Shouldn't bee too hard, considering it's valentines season. Lets be the bridge, so no one will resort to using one for the wrong purpose.
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