A women who is dealing with suicidals thoughts and how an 'angel' rescues her.

I carried my heavy feet up the damp cement stairs. Everything was happening too soon. I pictured my little boy... sitting by the window... watching... waiting for his mother to walk through the rusty door. I squeezed my eyes tightly, trying not to think about it. Hot, salty tears stained my discolored face. With the little breath I had left, I pushed my lifeless body up the last flight of stairs. Pushing the heavy door …

…do the same but if you try hard enough, you both can get through it." He voice was so strong. I looked down at the ground and wiped away the tears and looked up again. He was gone. My hero... my guardian angel left me. All I heard was a soft voice murmured in the wind "love him." I walked over to the door and whispered, "thank you," and headed home to see my son.