My little cousin is 11 years old. He got raped by his birth dad numerous times when he was just 6 or 7. His dad is a creak-head and his mother is a meth user. They're dead broke and living in New Orleans, on top of it all. And yet every day when I call him he tells me stories of how he's going to become a famous actor and make tons of money to take his family out of the ghetto... now that is something to respet... I mean to me anyway. I mean here's this kid who's had NOTHING but pain his entire life and STILL has amition to change it. There is no excuse for suicide. You can change, as can life. To give it up, is just a shame.