When all is lost sometimes purpose is found.
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A man on a bridge.
By Brad O’Neill
I was a man on a bridge contemplating entering eternity,
I stared off into waters that would surely bring an early end to me.
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A thousand feet in one short step and all would be done,
A thousand feet of no regrets and then I would have won.
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But as I stared into abyss and thought about the end,
It occurred to me that none would miss, not a single friend.
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And so I left that bridge and went my way determined not to die alone,
I set about making friends that would miss me when I was gone.
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I made these friends by doing for them what none would do for me,
And then these friends did for me something I did not foresee.
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Even though I was giving to them their smiles gave back to me,
And now I live my life everyday thankful for what I see.
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