If we were to sit down together for cup of tea or coffee one afternoon at a local café and you were to look into my eyes and ask me what is the one area which truly breaks my heart, I would respond to you with honesty and with great sadness that it is the increasing number of men in the last few years who have taken the decision to end their lives. It wrenches my heart to wake up daily to the news report that a man whether famous or non-famous, rich or poor, young or old, employed or unemployed has killed himself. I start to grieve. I feel an overwhelming sense of sadness. A number of questions are circling my mind. What happened? Why did he end his life? What drove him to the brink? What could have been done to help him? How could he have been saved? In a sudden flash of enlightenment, the question slowly changes to what could I have done to help him or what could I have done to convince this man who I never knew, to give life a second chance? What can I do now to decrease (however small), the number of male suicide annually? For this reason, I found my life’s purpose which is to reach out to the man whoever he is and who is prepared to listen, with the message that death by suicide is not the answer, however, hopeless the situation may be. Friend, there is hope and there is restoration.
As we leave the local café together after drinking our teas and coffees and before you and I say our goodbyes, I will look into your eyes, and commit to doing everything in my power by God’s grace to lovingly and sensitively convince him, the man, the brother, the boyfriend, the dad, the son, the grand-dad, the uncle, the grand-son whoever he may be, that life is worth living, no matter the challenges, or what life throws at him or what situation he is facing. We need him. There is hope.