Alone on a Bridge staring into the dark water...
He put me on a path toward a future I never imagined possible that night as I stood on...
The Jackson River Bridge..
I first learned to trust him, then love him.
The moment he stepped from the darkness my life began to pivot.
The voice belonged to a man wearing a hooded garment that shadowed his face, a man who chose to live on the grounds of an old monastery with a dozen cats.
The stalemate only broke when I heard a voice emanating from the darkness.
Logically, jumping seemed a way to break the tie.
There was nothing for me on the side of the River I had come from, and I had no reason to believe that the other side of the River offered anything better.
Even I understood that I had few choices, and all were bad.
I had an affliction akin to autism that left me with fragmented memories of my childhood, memories that inspired nightmares filled with demons that tormented me while I slept and awoke me screaming in the dark void of my room.
To be fair, I wasn\'t an ordinary sixteen-year-old.
I was a sixteen-year-old runaway when I worked my way to the edge of the Jackson River Bridge and peered at the moonlit water swirling below.
This is Noah\'s story...
He was not born Noah Waters, but constant rejection often has a way of encouraging one to walk away from everything they have known while giving birth to the person they are meant to be.
Alone on a Bridge staring into the dark water..
