When I was 11, a boy from my neighborhood and around my age was hit by a train. The story was that he had been walking and listening to music and didn't hear it coming. It terrified me that someone my age had died and I promised myself that I'd never forget him. Years later, I found out it was a suicide and had been covered up. I was suicidal at that age and it just deeply saddens me that he felt the way he did. I wish he was still here, or that I could have done something. I will do everything in my power to build a better future for other people struggling.