If we are able to escape spending the rest of our lives eating through straws and sleeping in our own urine, whose going to clean up after us?  Who is going to clean our blood off the carpet or scrape our brains from the ceiling? Commercial cleaning companies may refuse that job--but SOMEONE will have to do it. Possibly someone we love and love us.

Who is going to have to cut us down from where we hung ourselves or identify our bloated body after we've drowned? A loved one? A relative? Your father? Your mother? Your wife? Your son?

The carefully worded "loving" suicide note is of no help. Those who loved you will NEVER completely recover. They'll feel regret and an unending pain.

Suicide is contagious. Look around your family. Look closely at the 4 year old playing with his cars on the rug. Kill yourself tonight, and he may do it ten years from now.

You DO have other choices. There are people who can help you through this crisis. Call a hotline. Call a friend. Call your minister or priest. Call a doctor or hospital. Call the police. They will tell you that there's hope. Maybe you'll find it in the mail tomorrow. Or in a phone call this weekend. But what you're seeking could be just a minute, a month, or a day away.