Proof The Bible Is True

I almost didn’t see her. I was heading into Pittsburgh, across the bridge over the Allegheny River, late for work, and she was little more than a shadow by the seven-foot fence that lined the edge. But I got a feeling that I’d missed something.

 

I tapped the brake, adjusted my rearview mirror. Then I saw what I had missed—a young woman climbing over.

 

I knew the stories about desperate souls who came to the bridge to take a fatal leap. Sometimes the police talked them out of it. Sometimes. I felt my throat clutch.

 

I was the last person who should be on a bridge with a suicide jumper. I was beginning to think I couldn’t do anything right. Just speaking up in class was hard enough. I was struggling to survive my sophomore year at the University of Pittsburgh.

 

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