Thursday, July 11, 2013

Saved From Being Hit by a Train


* Sent in by Ken Milne

I was our shopping with my girlfriends in town and had seriously overspent of some homewares and clothes and was lamenting my impulsive urges over lunch.  It was a common occurrence with me so my friends just laughed off my whinging and whining.

We went our separate ways after our catch-up and I made my way to the train station, stopping briefly at my favourite bakery before heading home.  I plugged in my earphones to call my boyfriend to tell him I’d be a little and late and not to worry.  I was busy chatting away when I approached the pedestrian boom-gate next to the tracks.  I’ll admit that I wasn’t really paying much attention, so I casually glanced to my right after the first train passed, oblivious to the other train coming the other way on the other track.  I just blindly went to step out.  But something held me back.  I couldn't move my arms or legs and I felt totally rooted to the spot.  I couldn’t move a muscle.  It was like something or someone had me in a full body hold.  In a flash the trained rushed passed me and I felt the wind gushing harshly against my face and body.  It scared the life out of me and my heart was beating in my throat when I realized how close I’d come to being hit, and possibly killed, by that speeding train.

My body then totally relaxed and felt back to normal and I tentatively made my way across the tracks to the platform.

I can’t really explain who or what stopped me from stepping in front of that train, but I’m certainly grateful that it did.

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* Sent in by Ken Milne

4 comments:

  1. Awesome survival story!! Thanks for sharing!!

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  2. Awesome survival story!! Thanks for sharing!!

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  3. This kind of thing happened to me once too-twice! I was at a red light and usually the first to hit the gas when it turns green, but something in me just sat there for a few seconds too long. Then a giant 18 wheeler drove by, not stopping for the red light at all. I would have been t-boned and dead on point. Then the same thing happened AGAIN in college, except this time it was a police car running stop signs at full speed. We all know the cop would have made it my fault, somehow. But something in me that night told me to stop for the stop sign ahead of reaching it since it was dark out. God and my angels had me both times.

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