The other day I was going through my folders of pictures and came across the image above. It was a cold December night as I walked up the Las Vegas strip. I came across this young women on a bridge. I asked her a few questions with the intentions of finding out her story, but she remained silent. She gave me no reaction. She barely moved a muscle. I didn't want to just leave, so I reached in my pocket and gave her some extra cash I had on me. At that moment I asked for permission to take a picture. She nonchalantly nodded her head "yes". It's been over a year since my encounter with her, and I still think of her voice. A voice I never heard. I wonder what she would say.