[ WP ] here you stand , alone again , about to take your own life . Nothing is holding you back now . You decide to look around your room one more time until something catches your eye , and the impact it has on you stops you in your tracks and makes you realize why you ca n't do this to yourself .

I take a swig from my bottle of scotch, only to be greeted by air. Figures. Even my alcohol's abandoned me. 
 
 I set the empty glass bottle on a nearby table and replace it with a 9mm pistol. I've already decided, this will be where and when I die. I've nothing else to live for. That was taken from me three months ago. My wife. My two daughters. Even the goddamned dog died in the accident. But somehow I lived. 
 
 I was going to rectify that tonight. 
 
 I chamber the lone round, then rest the gun in my mouth. Well, this is it. Goodbye cruel world. 
 
 Before I pull the trigger, my eyes rest on a family photo. It was take the day of second daughter's birth, three years ago. Ah, what the hell. I'll give it one last look. Best to die with a happy memory than nothing. 
 
 As I scan the picture, I notice little details that I'd never noticed before. My wife holds our newborn, a smile on her face. A smile of happiness. A smile of love. Our older daughter, four at the time, looks at her younger sister with curiosity. She has a goofy smile on her face. One that got her more than her fare share of spoiling. 
 
 But, most of all, I see myself, a proud smile on my face. I look nothing like I do now. My hair is clean cut, I have practically no facial hair, and my eyes resonate a joy that I have n't had since that fateful day three months past. 
 
 I then notice the cross on my neck. I have n't been to church since the accident. Before I was the most devout member of our congregation. Now I was the village drunkard. 
 
 Seeing a reminder of my faith makes me reconsider my plans. Was it really cruelity that saved my life that day? Or was it a miracle, one that I had, up to this point, squandered? Would taking my own life bring my family back to me? 
 
 I feel a tear roll down my cheek. Crying is something I've grown used to, but this was n't a tear of sadness. It was a tear of happiness. I had been given a second chance. A chance to live again, and to make my girls up in the big house happy.
