Walking to work awhile back, I encountered a crowd gathered on the sidewalk, all looking up. There was an ambulance and a fire rescue truck down the block.
I stopped and asked a man what was happening, and he pointed to a tall building and said there was a guy about to jump.
Instantly I began to cry, and I wanted to help that man. I wanted to catch him, and prevent his fall. I wanted to soothe his pain. I realized, however, that there were already plenty of helping professionals there, and that he would be OK. So my form of helping was to not stand in the crowd and stare, but to say a silent prayer of hope, and then go on my way and trust that all would be OK.
I walked on, and thanked God for my life, and at least a small ability to handle my problems without having to jump off of a building.
If you're reading this, you're still alive and still able to hope and love and dream.