A Man Killed Himself On The Train Tracks. Here’s What The Station Manager Said That Gave Me Hope

“While those woman’s words may not have saved him from jumping to his death, in a way they saved me.”

It was 11 PM on a summer night in Washington, DC. The silhouettes of large overstuffed rats illuminated the underground train station as a few passengers, including myself, waited impatiently for the train to take us to our final destinations.

Once we were informed that there were train delays an echoed wave of groans erupted from the atmosphere. We were instructed to wait a whole 20 minutes for the next train.

As usual, I was annoyed. I regretted staying at work so late, but it wasn’t as if I had any other choice. Late nights completing mindless work came with the territory of working part time while going to school full time.

I whipped out my phone and checked my social media accounts for any new activity. I needed a distraction; any poor one would do. So for the time being my eyes were diverted between the status updates of my friends and the electronic board above me that provided everyone with the time the train was going to arrive.

As soon as the 20 minutes passed I put away my phone and stood up, expecting a train to pull into the station.