What went wrong?

I walked into work today in a pretty good mood. I sat down and started to check my email, when I saw an email entitled "Jim Strange," from my mom. That scared me, because that's my uncle's name and I knew something probably happened to him, otherwise she wouldn't have titled her email like that. So I opened it, and read this,
"The details are lengthy, but would you all pray for and put Jimmy on your church prayer lists, please? He was the engineer on the northbound Amtrak involved in a gruesome suicide train accident south of Champaign at Savoy last night. Sam talked with him late last night by cell. Jim was being sent back to Carbondale on a southbound Amtrak. Right now, Jimmy is in shock. Please keep him in your prayers. Love, Chris/mom."
That scared me to death, so I called my mom immediately to see what had happened.
Apparantly, my uncle was the engineer last night on a northbound train to Chicago. Right before he hit Champaign, he noticed a man standing on the tracks. So, he naturally pulled the horn and the brake at the same time. He said that he made eye contact with the man, and then the man turned his back to the train and committed suicide. It took Uncle Jim 500 feet before the train actually stopped from when he first pulled on the brake, because he was going 79 miles/hour. My uncle is in shock, because in his thinking, he just killed a man. He knows that it wasn't his fault, but there's still that feeling of guilt.

I've been sitting here at work thinking about this off and on all day. I called my mom, and discussed this with her a little bit, and she told me her feelings. She's angry. I SECOND HER ANGER. Suicide is such a hard thing to deal with for families, in the first place. But when you decide that suicide is the only option left for your life and then you decide to make someone else half responsible for it, that's just plain selfishness. This guy probably didn't even think about the fact that he was going to involve someone else in this suicide attempt. Someone who he didn't even know. Maybe if he did think about that, he figured that since my uncle didn't know him, it wouldn't be that bad. WELL, HE WAS DEAD WRONG! Figuratively and Literally. I feel sorry for the family as well, because they are left with all the issues that this guy felt were too overwhelming to deal with.

I know that I will calm down in a couple days, but right now, all I feel is pain for my uncle. He was put in one of the most difficult situations that I could only imagine being in. Please, help me Lord, to forgive this man.

I'm sorry, Uncle Jim, that this man dragged you into his unsatisfied life. I will pray for you, that you will come to a peace about this situation. I will also pray that your life will go back to normal soon. I love you!