I am an assistant principal in a middle school (grades 6-8). When I have to search a student's cell phone, I often get sick to my stomach at what I find. It gets worse and worse every year.
"People around them act shocked. They are devastated. They say they didn’t see it coming; that they couldn’t have prevented it. But WE could have prevented it."
The wall of semi-trucks stretched across all of the westbound and eastbound lanes of the interstate—13 trucks in total—creating a shorter distance for the man to fall if he did, in fact, decide to jump.
I yelled through my sobs, “My father killed himself. He killed himself. He’s dead.” And the question that has plagued me since that moment came to my lips in a scream: “Why?”
