20 years ago i worked in a large mental hospital,one day, a day patient came in and said he was really depressed on chatting to him,found out his reasons and feelings,so just got on the phone and got him admitted,under section.
A few months latter,and a bit of drugs and care,he was back to his old self,funny and happy,then a few days latter he came in really up the wall with anger, and hate, i asked what was up,he said as he was crossing the road slowly,loking at the sky and birds,thinking of all he would have missed if he had killed himsrelf a few months back, and also all the people who cared and listened to him would be really upset if he had died.
When all of a sudden a bus nearly ran me over he said,and he nearly killed me.
I stayed quiet for a few minutes and said to him yes but a few months ago you where thereatening to jump in front of a bus or train,and end your life.
You had the chance to not do it,where as the driver at the time would have no way of avoiding killing you.
And all us staff and the driver and his family would forever wonder had we done enough to avoid your death.