I am grateful to be alive. Ten days ago, I fully expected not to be. I made every effort not to be. I failed, and in doing so, I may have rediscovered a life lost 16 years ago. I’m grateful, grateful beyond words, for the shelter, food, clothing, help, care, concern, genuine concern of everyone there, including the staff, but especially for the friends I’ve made. I see through them lives lived far beyond my troubles. I see in them a profound willingness to survive. I’ve heard them, really heard them, when they have said, “Please don’t kill yourself.” I’m grateful for their heartfelt concern and openness. They have truly helped me see something beyond the fog of what recently seemed nothing more than a failed life. I know their gratitude for life and living will sustain me as I begin anew.