The morning was foggy but warmer than the day before. I started my trip to a new day's work in an old train. The train started slowly, and as I settled into reading my favorite book, the monster train gained speed. After fifteen minutes, I closed my book and then my eyes, hoping for a morning slumber. And then it happened - the train seemed to have exploded, wiping any sleep that might have accumulated around my eyes. Debris flew and fellow passengers screamed.
I grabbed the handle to the seat next to mine, hoping to keep myself steady.
Soon police arrived; they were followed by the procession of ambulances. After much inquiring and eavesdropping, I figured out the train had hit a tractor trailer. Ten people we injured, and two seriously.
No, this is not from book. It really happened to me this morning. I am posting a picture of the train. I am doing pretty okay now. I always avoid the first and last car in a train, due to some event that took place during my childhood. At the site, a doctor came and told us how to avoid PTSD. He said don’t look up photos on the net, and generally this kind of thing happens only once in a life time.
I have always believed doctors. So now onward, I am free to ride on any car in a train, first or last:)
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