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Lending a Helping Hand

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"?I found her! I found her!" my heart racing, palms sweating. I never met this woman before, but I knew she was the one for whom I was looking. Looking worried, she paced side to side covering her mouth. My initial reaction was to get to her and fast. Without hesitation I ran to the end of the platform, down the stairs, through the tunnel and past the suffocating smell of urine. She's getting away, I rushed; out of breath I said “Excuse me, Miss?” “Can I talk to you for one second?” At this point, a question in mind may be why I was chasing a woman I had never met before. It may seem like a lawsuit waiting to happen, but I had a gut feeling that I needed to talk to her regardless of what it took. She looked at me, and without letting her say a word I said, “You are an amazing woman, God sees you as his treasure, and don't you ever forget that.” She began crying, I continued, “I am on a mission trip with my church. We have been seeking people who we have been led to us by God to reassure them that there are people who still care.” At this point she was hysterically crying while my partner stood at my side; she hugged us and said, “You two saved me...I was on my way to do something stupid. You helped me see the light and stopped my plans to kill myself.” My heart sunk deep inside my chest. At thirteen, I did not understand the power of words until she spoke. I did not understand that saying a few words to someone could stop them from taking their own life. At that very moment she changed my life. While helping her, she unconsciously helped me. It was almost as though I was her angel and she was mine. She is the reason why I have so much passion and determination to help those in need. Four years later, while volunteering at a Senior Center, I realized I was near the same train station where I had this encounter. Walking through the station, I realized that she will always live in my heart. This woman helped me unders

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