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business man was standing on the

renzy as he gazed out at the dark, churning water below. Hi

ke a fresh wound. She had died on this very bridge, in a car accident. But

ays been extremely close to her mom, and the loss was devastating. At first, M

d burst into tears at the smallest reminder of her mother - a song, a smell, a

younger sister, tried to be there for Mira

elor sat her down for a heart-to-heart

red her own story of grief and healing with Mira. She encourag

shing on his head. Those memories of his mo

ing his mother more. And just when she was to eat

f only she had only waited a little longer. He had missed h

ash over him. Even though you're not here with me physically ,

t air fill his lungs. He closed his eyes, lett

beginnings, and it had taken a lot of

t while he pursued his education. He still had to care for

ranks to become a top executive. But he had never been content to simply climb the corporate ladder. He had a

s own business. It had been a scary and uncertain t

ank, Ryan had built his business from the ground up. He had faced coun

an was a respected and admired business leader, known for his inno

ppings of his success. He had come a long way, and he kne

didn't get the chance to make you smile when you were

ination. He knew that he would face challenges alo

ed to sit at the side of the bridge before leaving for home. He b

he river below for the last time. The wind whipping his hair into a frenzy as it alw

igure standing at the edge of the bridge. It was a gi

nd he felt a pang of concern. W

irl. She seemed so alone, so vulnerable. Ryan f

. He didn't want to scare her, didn't

the girl's sobs grew louder. Ryan's conce

rl. He could see that she was crying uncontrollably, f

d to act. He took a deep breath, and then he mo

e. His heart skipped a beat as he realized what she was about to do. just as sh

do it, he s