She looked to be two years old. Powell scoured the area, looking for the stranger. But Powell, who was honored by the city of Manchester for his caring response, will always remember the last words the stranger said to him.
Desmond Powell, then 17, was walking home from a basketball game along an empty seven-lane road in Manchester, New Hampshire; he was looking forward to seeing his mom and grabbing dinner. Suicidal thoughts often stem from depression. As he approached the Granite Street Bridge, he noticed something peculiar—a person was sitting on the cement railing, legs dangling over the Merrimack River, about feet below.
He never did get his name, nor does he know what became of him. If someone in your life struggles with depression, use these psychologist-approved ways to show you care.
But Powell, who was honored by the city of Manchester for his caring response, will always remember the last words the stranger said to him. As he climbed into the patrol car, he turned to Powell. As he climbed into the patrol car, he turned to Powell.
Suicidal thoughts often stem from depression. Powell scoured the area, looking for the stranger. Powell sought to engage him.
But as I got closer, I heard him muttering. But he was gone before Powell could stop him.
As he approached the Granite Street Bridge, he noticed something peculiar—a person was sitting on the cement railing, legs dangling over the Merrimack River, about feet below. To his surprise, the stranger took his hand and climbed down.
I panicked. The stranger was slender, probably in his 20s, Powell thought. He wore dark clothing, and his red hair was topped by a baseball cap.
Afraid he might be arrested, the stranger bolted from the restaurant. Powell sought to engage him. He kept his distance, standing about six feet away so as not to spook the stranger.
Afraid he might be arrested, the stranger bolted from the restaurant. To his surprise, the stranger took his hand and climbed down.
She looked to be two years old. Fifteen minutes later, Powell watched the police drive the stranger away. Desmond Powell, then 17, was walking home from a basketball game along an empty seven-lane road oug Manchester, New Hampshire; he was looking forward to seeing his mom and grabbing dinner. During that time, the stranger turned the tables on Powell.
Fifteen minutes later, Powell watched the police drive the stranger away.
He kept his distance, standing about six feet away so as not to spook the stranger. I panicked.
He wore dark clothing, taalk his red hair was topped by a baseball cap. The stranger was slender, probably in his 20s, Powell thought.
But he was gone before Powell could stop him. But as I got closer, I heard him muttering.
During that time, the stranger turned the tables on Powell. If someone in your life struggles with depression, use these psychologist-approved ways to show you care.
He never did get his name, nor does he know what became of him.