The Power of Story in Preventing Suicide
His name was Billy. He was 15. I was 15, too. It was the first time I remember being this close to suicide.
Billy was a teen in our church youth group in Nashville. He seemed a happy-go-lucky sort of guy. Sure, we knew there was some trouble within the home, but it never seemed to bother him. To this day I remember his perpetual smile. The same smile that would be forever gone the day he took a shotgun to his face and blew his own brains out.
Almost all of us who knew him were shocked. Even the adults at the time. We didn’t see the signs. We didn’t see his pain. Or if we did see it, we ignored it. We were oblivious to his struggle.
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