Experience: I talked a man down from a bridge

I was babbling, saying anything to alter his mood, to convince him I cared and his life still matteredIt was the May bank holiday last year, and my husband, David, and I were taking our dog, a cavapoochon called Joey, for his evening walk. We were on our way home, heading towards a bridge, when I heard a commotion ahead.As we approached, dusk was starting to fall and I could see a figure hunched over on the ground, uncomfortably close to the wall. It was a young man, clearly in distress, crying