So you want to commit suicide, young married man?

I will tell you what is to become of your family. Your daughters will be put in foster care, along with your son, after your wife is put into a mental institution. Your daughters will be sexually abused and shunted from home to home. All of your children and your wife will lose all of life's wonder. You will kill your family along with yourself. Your son will become an empty shell. Your children will never have children or happy marriages, if they marry at all. Along with your suicide, you will kill your children's future.

So think.

Get help from any pastor. Just walk into any church in the country, and talk to any pastor. The pastor will help work things out; life will get better. Always remember: kill yourself, and you kill your family as well. This message is given out of love and strength from one who knows and who has seen the shattered remains of a family of a suicide victim.

The only good that will come out of this father's suicide is your knowledge of the results of your death. Live for your family, or they will die along with you.

In memoriam, the young father from the above story killed himself in the 1940's. Of the two girls, one married twice; the first husband went crazy when she walked out on him. For her second marriage, she destroyed a man's first marriage. The second daughter never married; the son left the remains of the family as soon as he could, never helping his two destitute sisters and mother. If this stops one father from killing himself, then this family did not die in vain.

Everyone then who hears these words of mine and does them will be like a wise man who built his house on the rock. And the rain fell, and the floods came, and the winds blew and beat on that house, but it did not fall, because it had been founded on the rock. And everyone who hears these words of mine and does not do them will be like a foolish man who built his house on the sand. And the rain fell, and the floods came, and the winds blew and beat against that house, and it fell, and great was the fall of it.

Well, son, I'll tell you:
Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
It's had tacks in it,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor
Bare.
But all the time
I'se been a-climbin' on,
And reachin' landin's,
And turnin' corners,
And sometimes goin' in the dark
Where there ain't been no light.
So, boy, don't you turn back.
Don't you set down on the steps.
'Cause you finds it's kinder hard.
Don't you fall now
For I'se still goin', honey,
I'se still climbin',
And life for me ain't been no crystal stair.