Marty Tadman remembers the date.
Stuck in a world of drugs and alcohol and without any guidance or purpose, Tadman walked that night along a beach in San Clemente, California. When an oncoming train approached the tracks near the beach, the high school senior almost stepped in front of it.
“I started realizing I hate my life,” Tadman said. “I had tried to be so many different people, the drug dealer, athlete, popular kid, and nothing had worked. I failed at every single thing. There was no one left to be. I was done. … I was ready to end it.