His name is Kevin.
He is 70 years old.
He's been married for 27 years.
Two days ago his wife left him...she wanted a life of her own.
We thought he was playing in the waves.
He looked like he was having a good time.
We were just sitting watching the waves as the sun rose in the sky.
We hadn't walked on the beach for a week.
The tide was high so we walked in the dry sand.
It took us longer.
I wore an extra long sleeved top over my t shirt.
He'd taken Cerepax
I could smell alcohol on his breath.
He wanted to die.
I covered his shoulders with my top.
I held his hand and told him my name.
Bryan called an ambulance.
He said he loved the ocean.
He asked why did we help him.
Because we care.
I don't think he really wanted to die.
