A witness had observed him jumping off the bridge at 1:58 p.m. the previous day.
Thanks so much for standing up for those who may be only temporarily too weak to stand for themselves.
Who hasn't been low before?
without suffering from a true mental illness?
It shouldn't be so easy to end it.
My prayers are with you for your fight.
The GGB, Golden Gate Bridge,is supposed to be a passage across our beautiful bay,not a graveyard.
Good luck this week. Vicky.
I can't imagine the courage it takes for her to go down to that bridge and walk the path that her son took that day,and also the courage just to carry on.
I'd like to introduce you to a man I refer to as hope and courage.
On March 11 of 2005,I responded to a radio call of a possible suicidal subject on the bridge sidewalk near the north tower.
I rode my motorcycle down the sidewalk and observed this man, Kevin Berthia,standing on the sidewalk.
When he saw me, he immediately traversed that pedestrian rail,and stood on that small pipe which goes around the tower.
For the next hour and a half,I listened as Kevin spoke about his depression and hopelessness.
Kevin decided on his own that day to come back over that rail and give life another chance.
When Kevin came back over,I congratulated him.
This is a new beginning, a new life.
But I asked him, What was it that made you come back and give hope and life another chance?
And you know what he told me?
He said, You listened.
You let me speak, and you just listened.
Shortly after this incident,I received a letter from Kevin's mother,and I have that letter with me,and I'd like to read it to you.
Dear Mr. Briggs,
Nothing will erase the events of March 11,but you are one of the reasons Kevin is still with us.
I truly believe Kevin was crying out for help.
He has been diagnosed with a mental illness for which he has been properly medicated.
I adopted Kevin when he was only six months old,completely unaware of any hereditary traits,but, thank God, now we know.
Kevin is straight, as he says.
We truly thank God for you.
Sincerely indebted to you,Narvella Berthia.
And on the bottom she writes,P.S. When I visited San Francisco General Hospital that evening,you were listed as the patient.
Boy, did I have to straighten that one out.
Today, Kevin is a loving father and contributing member of society.
He speaks openly about the events that day and his depression in the hopes that his story will inspire others.
Suicide is not just something I've encountered on the job.
My grandfather committed suicide by poisoning.
That act, although ending his own pain,robbed me from ever getting to know him.
This is what suicide does.