Story Have you ever been stopped by someone mid attempts, and did it change your perspective at all?

[Maormer]

I recently tried to end my life, it wasn't the first attempt and there's a good chance it wont be the last, but this time was different than past attempts. This time somebody was there to stop me. I don't think he knew he was saving my life, in fact i think he was mad at me. I had a place figured out, a small park with a beautify stream in the woods (I refuse to die without the sky above me). I wanted a place where I'd be surrounded by the plants and animals that I had grown to appreciate during my stay in this life. It should have been devoid of other humans (i wanted to involve as few people as i could). I made a point to wait until it was dark out, assuming the park would be empty. I had everything prepared: my note was written, I'd chose a nice dress to wear, I had done my hair up nice, but I didn't account for there being another person there. In the confusion and frustration of the moment i yelled out something to the effect of "are you fucking kidding me?!" and got back in my car, slammin the door behind me. I wanted to drive off to find another more private location, but as I pulled out, the person that had been in my chosen resting place followed me out. I drove for a good while with him following my car. I was starting to worry he had ill intions. He turned away when I got close to a police station. I'm sure this man did not want to help me, I'm sure he had no idea why I was there, hell, he might have even wanted to hurt me, but inadvertently he ended up saving my life. When I lost him i pulled into a high school parking lot and the absurdity of the situation broke me. Here I was, on my last day on earth, fully ready to kill myself and i get saved, not by some altruistic passerby but by a man angry that I had upset his privacy. I couldn't stop myself from laughing that how ridiculous the whole thing was. It snapped me out of things.

Its been two months now and I still don't know whether to thank or curse my angry stranger. Thanks to him I'll be able to see my sister get married and I'm so grateful for that. And thanks to him I have to live for god knows how much longer and I'm certainty not thrilled by that prospect. I still can't shake the feeling that I don't have much longer to live, maybe that's true or maybe its delusion, but maybe I got stopped for a reason. I cant help but wonder in maybe there's something I need to stay here for, even if its only for a little while longer. I dont know if i can get better or not. If past predicts future odds are I will try again, but I feel a strange obligatio to try to get better now. So many strangers were nice to be that night, I got a free sandwich, the lady who gave me my last cigarette laughed with me, a stranger told me she loved my hair. They're all small things but they make it hard to look back on that day with only bad feelings.

TLDR:
I'm still trying to process these emotions and i don't have many I can talk to about it so I'm curious if anyone here has had any similar experiences. Have you ever been "saved"? What are your feelings towards that person? Are you thankful towards them or do you feel ager? where did you go from there? Did it change how you thought about the end of your life, or even life in general?