She said,I am no good to any one.
Two young woman meet for the first time on a bridge.
I had just had my second baby, and lost her after being pregnant for over 7 months. Riding home from my six week checkup alone, I took the back road’s to avoid traffic at 3:30 PM.
My older baby at home was just about 10 months. He had a pediatricians appointment that same day at 5:30PM.
Back then people had miscarriages and life goes on like it wasn’t a loss. I felt it alone.
As I was crossing over a short bridge not travelled by allot of traffic, I noticed a young teenage woman with one leg over the side of the rails.
There were no cell phones back in 1975, and I had passed her, so I stepped on it and went around again. While 3 or 4 minutes is all it took, it felt like 15 minutes. I tried to reason out what I saw over and over again…. “Maybe she wasn’t going to jump”, “I need help”, “I ve never done this before”… “what will I say”. I prayed and pulled up and over what seemed like hours but was 40 minutes I prayed between ever word. God help both of us.
As I walked towards her slowly she swore and told me to get away. She made barefoot attempts to climb. I spoke calm, even though I wasn’t. I told her my name and asked her …her name and she told me . I asked her if she would sit on the walk with me? She argue…” no I am going to jump, get the hell out of here.”
I thought …I need time…
Ok you sit over there and I ‘ll sit over here. She yell out you are not going to stop me, so get the hell out of here. What does anyone care, I am the one hurt, so it will be done…I can’t and she hesitated to finish the sentences.
God please help me, I thought…please help us both. I was only 20 yrs old, she around 17 yrs old.
I need time, so I thought she’s either… dammed on doing it or she needs to trust someone really cares.
I said, “I won’t stop you, if you give me sometime, will you sit down. I truly want to know what hurt you so much that your not worth life.”
She stepped off the railing and sat on the pavement, her hair to her waste, a really beautiful teenager. My heart by then was pounding …ok… Lord what next… and how would I help?
So I asked her where she was before she came to the conclusion to end her life.
She answered a local mental hospital. She said, “I just left, walked off. They don’t care what happen to me, they want to drug me, while my rapist walks free.” I told her that was awful, and they will get that bastard.
She began by telling me she was raped by her father, and was pregnant, and he had been raping her and another sibling sinces they were small.
She volunteered I don’t want an abortions, and some how she rationed killing herself was not directly killing her baby. Poor girl was twisted every corner she took was tainted with this horrible reality.
I asked her what will become of your younger sister if your not there for her? She was quiet and them began to cry…a brake through, there someone important to her.
Your sister needs you, she and you have lived the same horrible situation, she is going to need you here to fight for her. I know your pain is tremendous, and your thinking about you, the baby, and your sister…that’s allot,…your wanting to escape… it is normal.
Perhaps medication for now would help. She shifted away from the oncoming traffic and I waved several times for help. Finally a woman stopped from that mental hospital, and she asked if we needed help, right away my new friend got up and threaten again keep away. I asked her to stay back and got my new friend to sit down. She did and as we spoke the woman who stopped heard the conversation, she went to her car drove away and returned with the police.
She did not resist, and I gave her my number. I promised God I would always remember her. I know someday we will meet again in our after life.
This is a true story…when I got to the pediatrician and told him, he said God knew you would help her and in turn God helped you.
Don’t be afraid, to love those struggling, God does help…don’t be afraid..