I've NC for this because it's quite outing.
In 2019, a woman I went to college with back in the early 2000s told me that I'd saved her life. I didn't know.
We weren't really friends. We only had one class together. We used to sit together in this class but we didn't get beyond chit-chat.
One day I was driving into college for this class we had together. It was absolutely torrential rain. I saw her standing at a bus stop in a thin jacket, no hood, shorts, canvas trainers.
I pulled up and told her to get in. We got stuck in traffic because of a flash flood. When it looked like we were going to miss too much of the lesson (we were both only in for one class), I said we should go home.
She said she couldn't because she didn't have keys and would have to wait for her mum to get back from work. So I took her back to mine, lent her some dry clothes, and we hung out chatting until it was acceptable time and then I drove her home.
As we were chatting, she described a really miserable, lonely home-life. So I made a really big effort to fold her into my friendship group. I always felt like she was slightly on the periphery despite our best efforts. But I tried.
Over time, we all drifted apart as we moved to university, started to work, got boyfriends etc. Me and her used to exchange the odd email but they kind of petered out and I changed email addresses and we lost touch. I've never used Facebook so we never connected on there.
Anyway, in 2019, she emailed me (my work email address is online). She told me that she was planning on killing herself when I offered her a lift and folded her into my friendship group. I was absolutely dumbfounded. I'm still not quite sure how to make sense of it.