Mr. Scott, I spent almost 45 minutes to an hour online looking up how to kill myself, what way would be the least painful. That same day I stayed up laying on my floor next to my bed with my long sharp fillet knife in my hand. Fighting with myself. Even thinking about this makes me shake. I almost did it. I almost ended my life.
When you came and you gave that speech, I was crying inside. Because I knew then and still know now that my life has meaning. I am important and I do deserve to live. And now when I get depressed, I think of your speech. And then I feel less sad and lift my head high.