Warning, this update really isn't for anyone who's squeamish.
Warning, this update really isn't for anyone who's squeamish.
I'm currently on a train from philadelphia to new york. About 5 minutes ago the conductor announced that there was a problem up ahead and we were going to be delayed a bit. No one on the train paid any notice, as small delays are common, and kept reading their newspapers or working on their laptops.
We pulled through a local station and I looked out the window and saw a lot of police cars, police tape, and police officers. I looked down and saw blood and viscera on the tracks. Then more blood. More viscera. And torn clothing. For the next 1/2 mile I saw more and more blood and pieces of torn clothing and unidentifiable viscera and body parts. Clearly someone had been very recently hit and killed by a very fast train. A lot of the viscera was being covered up by police officers, but most of it was scattered around the train tracks. So I'm looking out the window, stunned and horrified at the slow procession of someones remains, and I look around the train car and see that I'm the only one aware of what's going on and what has happened.
Everyone else on the train was reading their papers or on their computers, blissfuly unaware that we were 5 feet from the remains of someone who had been destroyed violently about 15 minutes before. We've left the police scene, and now the train is speeding along again, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Everyones still reading their papers, drinking their coffee, focussed on sports scores and news and emails, with no knowledge of the horror we just slowly passed through.
A ticket collector just walked up the aisle, her face ashen and her eyes wide and shocked, so I assume she saw what we just passed through.
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Yes, life goes on who is
Yes, life goes on who is bothered when life flies past you and you don't have time to take care of your own issues!! Death has become a part of life that people just take it in their stride however violent it may be!! With terror and crime all round us, I guess there is nothing that will disturb us about violent deaths especially watching the violence in movies and the TV!! Very sad incident though!!
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that was really very bad and
that was really very bad and must be sorted out by the officials. but why it happened? can anyone here tell me that? don't complain about peoples sitting inside the train and not giving a damn about whats going outside because they simply don't care at all. but the reason behind this so called accident or could be something else must be found out. YourNetBiz
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To God we are
So let this be
The honor of death
In the blood
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The honor of thee death
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For now and then before
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Did this happen around 10:30 a.m.?
If this happened at the Hamilton Train station around 10:30 a.m. then I knew this guy. My husband and I worked with him for eleven years. We were all shocked because he seemed very happy and confident and as far as I knew never gave anyone any indication that there was something wrong. My husband had to collect his computer from his desk and I had to clean out his voice mail the next day. According to news reports he was seen throwing his hands in the air and jumping. Had I not heard that I would have been more inclined to believe he was pushed, but I guess you never really know someone.
It happens pretty often in
It happens pretty often in Belgium.. for some reason it's a very popular way to commit suicide here. But whenever it happens, there isn't a little delay, usually the train has to stand still for about 4 hours and no other train can pass through the station either. They come and clean everything up before everything goes back to "normal", and you can't get off the train. So I always thought it's a very selfish way to commit suicide. I feel particularly bad for the train drivers who see it coming, but there's no way they can stop in time.
Never had it happen to me though, can't imagine how horrifying it is sitting in that train knowing it just killed someone so brutally.
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Very nice post, good work.
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it's lucky in a way that the other riders were unaware-
such an image isn't going to be easy to forget.
with the world being what is has been for a while, suicides are an unfortunate side effect. people can't pay for the heart medicine or insulin they need, they definitely can't afford therapy...
thank you for being a sensitive person with enough innate respect for the dead to be bothered by the situation.
i was driving to virginia beach to visit a good friend five summers ago.
the traffic slowed to a crawl, and mucked about for a few miles- i was getting antsy, and irritated at the long delay.
i looked to the side of the road, no police had come but there was a group of people parked and some walking up to a car.
a man had struck a tree, and i could see him pinned against the steering wheel, covered in blood. his shirt was red and my mind snapped a little...
i cried for the next 20 minutes. had to pull off and sob.
i don't know who he was, if he had family, how the accident happened- but that image never left me and i can recall it perfectly... probably always will.
i'd just started being seriously vegetarian again that summer- life is so important and so fleeting, i decided to cause less suffering in the world and make my own change. (and since change ripples out, it's always magnified...)
i have really enjoyed reading your blog, you seem like a great person along with being an amazing artist.
Unpleasant ride on the train
It´s so sad to read that no one of the passengers seemed to bother about the reason for the train you were on stopped. Especially as it turned out that somebody´s life ended. I don´t know which is the worse - if it was an accident or suicide.
Two former workmates of mine have committed suicide - so far...
A girl hanged herself a few years ago and the second one throwed himself in front of a train a little more than a year ago. Both of them horrid actions which of course caused their nearest families the most pain. But also caused pain to friends and not but least to the train driver. As a driver I guess you´ll never ever get rid of that sight again, of someone walking on the rails and refuse to step off.
But, as Funky Aardvark puts it: "but somehow as staff, you deal with it."
Because you have to, I guess. You can only think of the ambulance drivers and the police for instance, what they see and what they experience in their everyday work.
Somehow, I´m glad to safely hide behind my Mac screen at work every day, creating a pleasant past instead.
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I live about a block away from an Amtrak station and there are probably 3-4 train deaths a year. They usually happen for various reasons (tried to beat the train, suicide, parked on the tracks, etc) but they are all tragic.
I think this may have been what you were a part of. Be assured, there are no images. 4 killed by trains in accidents in NJ, NY, Pa.
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When I was 17, I was on a train that hit a person. I will never forget it. It took almost a mile for the train to stop – there was no chance for the engineer to “not” hit him. Then we had to back up.
I’ll never forget the sight of his bicycle, twisted around almost into a circle. We sat there for at least an hour, the rumors and stories going through the train. Maybe that was better than just sitting and ignoring it – at least people KNEW that someone had died. But it was quite a few years ago, and maybe people are more jaded now.
I guess, trying not to be jaded, trying to remain human, to still feel the pain of that person, of their family, of the poor engineer, not to hide behind the newspaper – that’s what’s important. It can be overwhelming, but I guess I’d rather cry tears for someone I didn’t know than be unable to shed the tears at all.
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The people behind the newspapers don't even KNOW how fortunate they are to not be stuck with that image burned into their brains forever. Your poor eyes.
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Graham's story is a powerful one, and I feel for him in those moments as I feel for you and what you witnessed.
Once I stopped to help at a car accident. The driver went off the road and the car ended up upside down. Him and his girlfriend were fine (a puppy lay dead in her handbag), but his parents were trapped in the back seat, hanging from their seatbelts, maybe dead already, maybe unconscious. We could not take them out. The car caught fire and there was nothing we could do.
I guess we all lose someone during our lives, and not always of age. So does the people around us, and it's hard to be there to see it. Specially with these tragedies.
If anything good can be taken out of this, it's to confirm the lesson we already knew: cherish life.
Alex
thanks Alex
Kind words, thank you
I guess you have the same kind of memories as I have - sometimes, perfect recall is a "bad thing"
I suppose we remember, because that is the "human" way to be, to honour in a way
To you Alex, and to all of you that are sharing here, thank you, and be well. Take care
Tis very heart wrenching when a precious life is taken in such a
-horrific manner my love. I've been very worried about *you* all day after having learned of this awful ordeal that *you* had witnessed earlier. An aftermath such as that must be difficult to be able to swallow. What a shockingly devestating death and I don't even want to imagine the pain. I so hope the dear soul that was kille by the train didn't endure any pain. Had he have survived I'm sure he would have been crippled and without limbs and in much pain, so God must have spared him from the pain, but it is so heartbreaking to know that this person must have had loving family and friends whom he or she left behind and if it was indeed a suicide, it will be difficult I'm sure for all of them to grasp such a death. Death is difficult enough, but I cannot even fathom the pain of losing a loved one to suicide. It would eat me up with guilt that I wasn't able to save the precious soul from herself or himself. I've been praying all day for *you* my love. I've been so concerned about *you*. *You* have my heart and I feel *you* darling. Please try to rest well. It's almost Friday.
Be well and always remember that Heavenly Father will take good care of us all when we go to heaven. He loves us and I hope that the soul that lost their life in this accident is feeling God's love and realizes how much he or she is loved and missed by his or her loved ones and I hope also that the spirit knows of your heartfelt sympathy for he or she. *You* really do have such a beautiful and loving heart Richard.
Tis so very sad to know that so many people were unaware of the tragedy that happened, or perhaps filtered it out....I don't see how they couldn't have noticed. Sometimes selfishess gets in a way unfortunately with humanitarianism and compassion. It's a sad pitty.....
My heart, spirit and angels are always with *you*.
I Love *You* With All My Heart,
Your Eternal Love Rachelle
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i probably would have shrieked thereby causing a acene. Dream of me instead tonight. u know i heart you....
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This may sound strange...
...but your post is comforting to me. My brother died in a train accident 3 years ago. We don't know why, in fact, we don't know much of anything about it. All we do know is that he had a long-standing fascination for trains, and a head cold at the time. He had been walking on the tracks and the train that hit him was so large it must have taken a mile to stop. The train company had a closed meeting with lawyers to review the tape of the incident and disclosed information to the coroner who investigated by brother's death. In the newspaper we learned that it was ruled a suicide. But he had not left a note and we were never allowed access to the tape nor any person that saw my dear brother in his last moments. We will probably never know what happened to him: whether his death was intentional or a mistake. The train company and their lawyers probably feel satisfied in avoiding a lawsuit, but we never would have pursued that anyways (even if my brother had not tried to die, the train conductor could not possibly have done anything to stop the train faster, and more importantly, nothing can bring my brother back-and that's all we wanted.) Indeed, the train company only succeeded in twisting our already deep pain in other directions. And I am sure we could have offered comfort to the train conductor: it was not their fault and we don't consider it so.
I can only hope that there was a person like you there, communing with my brother's spirit.....
Nice comment Rachael
Yes, that was nice
Speaking as a driver of trains.....
Hi Moby
I have been involved in one death, and several suicide attempts whilst working on the UK rail network (I am currently a driver, or engineer if you prefer)
I can tell you this, it is not pleasant, but somehow as staff, you deal with it. You just "do your job" until you are told you are "relieved" (as such) and then.... then you think, you pray, you cry...
I was lucky, I stopped my train in time when someone tried to take their life. But, one person was not lucky, and they were using a level crossing when they should not have. There was nothing that could of been done. I grew up a little faster (I was much younger then)
The death happened years ago, but along with the several suicide attempts, I have perfect recall of these incidents.
I won't go into details, but.... not nice, and I am lucky, as I know that I did all I could. The death, nothing I could do would of stopped it... The suicides? I do not know.... Can you call not killing someone lucky?
I guess so, I guess I am lucky, I reacted in time, I wasn't going too fast, or... in one case, I instinctively knew that they were going to.... so I slowed the train, just in case I was right (and I was)
Do I know what happened to the people who survived? No. But I can guess. At least they had the chance to think again.
I am sorry that you saw what happened. A human and several hundred tonnes of train do not go well.
I hope you have good friends that you feel you are able to talk to. I did... it was what got me through. You are blessed in that you can vent anger/sadness and so on through your music (Which helps me, by the way, listening to your music can calm me, cheer me up, and make me smile!)
Like I say, the images, events and what I did, remain with me, and I guess always will. I hope that you can at least bury your mental images away
Life is precious
Thank you for sharing, perhaps someone will learn a lesson.
Take care, and be well
Graham (Who managed to watch you at the Hard Rock Cafe London)
How awful. That the end of
How awful. That the end of someone's life can be overlooked by so many and harrowingly witnessed by so few. At least your documentation of the aftermath can pay some kind of tribute to a life sadly now ended.