My son called me because he wanted to die, but after trying to convince him that I should fly there to help with the children he hung up. My 7-year-old grandson called me crying and said, "Please, Grandma, come!"

I called the airlines and had to be at the airport for the last 9 p.m. commuter plane. The terminal was under construction so I was left at a shuttle site in the parking lot in the pouring rain. It was 8:45 p.m. I had never used this airport so I was terrified and began crying.

A woman appeared from the black of night and said, "Why are you crying?"

I replied, "I don't know where to board the plane!"

She asked me my flight information, then said, "Don't worry, I'll get you there." Then, a shuttle showed up! She got me to the terminal, and I was the last to board. I stayed up all night with my son, then I called the suicide line at 4 a.m. convincing him to talk with a psychiatrist. A friend came by, went to talk with him, and came out with a loaded gun and sleeping pills that he talked him into giving up! An angel saved him! ~Ruth K

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