'' She approached the bridge, was about to jump. For a moment she thought all was lost. Since the death of her father, things were not going very well. But nothing in the world that would justify a girl as smart, sweet and lovely, had an end like that. She approached the bridge, as many do, or did, in times of depression, of all kinds, would that old Brooklyn Bridge, and jumped from there. Love can kill, in a way, or can live, think it's simply a choice. Hope gives strength to the weak, and gives strength to the strong, I think love is like hope, is a letter that appears, and puts us ahead to challenge and play against life. And win, acquire happiness, control life with happiness. Love is the force of it, maybe. Cecilie, on the bridge, not thought of it all. But she, somehow, shone in her childhood memories with her father, and all her happy moments of life. They say suicide is an act of cowardice. I think not. Somehow it takes courage to do that. When Cecilie would skip a force pulled her back. It was not God, physically, spiritually perhaps. It was her boyfriend, Shifty, who rushed to help. He hugged her so violently that dint let she go more. He had pulled her back to life, so to speak. He stood for five minutes hugging her when police started coming. At that time, although many people were there, it seemed that the two were alone, like a painting, a song, sobbing affection, admiration and joy. And relief. Shifty had not left Cecilie take her own life. Somehow, Shifty saved her in every way a girl could be saved. Was with her in the last seconds, as promised to stay for ever. She was saved, saved, anyway ... Héber Bensi