[ WP ] A man who has everything in his life is about to commit suicide when he is approached by a man who has nothing

''Quite a high bridge, is n't it?'' 
 
 He was wearing a ragged shirt that could've been red on its best days and a pair of dirty jeans caked in what Joseph thought was mud, but he was n't quite sure of it. *It's mid december and this man is n't even wearing a jacket for christ's sake. * Turning his attention back to the horizon where the sun was going down between the mountains he replied to the only man that had approached him in hours. 
 
''It is. I mean, i guess it's high enough.'' *It has to be, i do n't want to fucking fail on this and spend the rest of my days in a damn chair. * 
 
''High enough for what? To enjoy the view i'd like to think. Man, it's not hard to see what you're trying to do here, you know? I live across the street next to the blue dumpster there and i've seen quite my share of men jumping down here.'' 
 While talking, the man in the ragged clothes pointed to a dumpster crossing the street where other people where gathering for a fire in a smaller trashcan. 
 
 Joseph was paying attention to him but his gaze fluctuated between the river below and the steel beams supporting the bridge, his mind focused on making sure this was the right decision and that the fall was long enough to finish him quickly. 
 
''So, why do you want to do this? I know better than anyone not to judge people by how they look, but you do n't exactly *look* like someone who would just give up on life like this, you know? Last time i wore a suit like yours they were on the couple thousand dollars mark.'' 
 Joseph turned to face the man, trying to swallow the tears to keep a straight face. His mind was pure chaos. The words he uttered were shattered by the inminent mental breakdown he was to suffer. Up until that moment all his thoughts had been clear and organized, maybe because reality had n't reached him yet. 
 
''It's my daughter, Susane. I told her, i really did. She just did n't listened to me. My sweet Susane just died there, all alone in the middle of the night. Have you ever lost a daughter like that? Have you?'' His hands were shaking as he spoke to the stranger standing on the edge of the bridge next to him. 
''Then my wife blamed me, she said it was my fault for letting her go. She's right, you know? About all that stuff she and her parents told me. But i needed someone, man. I really needed someone to tell me it was all gon na be alright, but no one came. These past couple weeks have been hell for me.'' 
 
''You know that actor that died a couple months ago? Robbin Williams was his name was n't it? You've probably heard it before or read about it even though i personally do n't think he wrote it, but people have associated it with him since he, ya know, killed himself. It goes like this *Suicide does n't end the chances of life gettin' worse, just does n't gives it the chance of it ever getting better*. Or something along those lines, i do n't really remember these kind of stuff, it was what my son used to show me on his phone back when i first bought him one a couple years ago. I'm not too good with making others feel better, but do you think you'll be doing good at jumping from this bridge? Was this the thing your daughter would've wanted you to do?'' 
 
 ***Do n't know how to finish it so i'll leave it as it is. *** 

