ONE COP'S VIEW ON OUR KIDS IN CRISIS

You have your whole life ahead of you. You're going through a tough time right now. I can help you get through this. Come on, give me your hand."

I was talking to, a fourteen year-old boy standing on the ledge of an eighteen-story building, in the Bronx, New York. It was December and the previous day's snow had turned to ice making the ledge slippery.

"I can't take it anymore," the young boy said. "This is the only way out. I can't do pills anymore. I want to die...please let me die."

His eyes were telling me, he was going to do this thing...he was about ready to jump. This wasn't a threat, like the last time I was up here with him three months earlier. This time, he was going to do it. I kept talking while inching my way closer to him. My partner was trying to work his way alongside the ledge.

The kid turned his head to look down at the sidewalk eighteen stories below...