Some years ago I was out driving in my power wheelchair and feeling sorry for
my mizerable quad life-style, well I went down by the railroad tracks not far
from my home, I said I hope I just get stuck in the middle of the train tracks
and the next train ends my suffering ! Well I cross those tracks almost daily,
but a bad storm had loosened up all the gravel in the tracks and low and behold
my chair sunk in and spun deeper and deeper into the middle of the
tracks...after a while I began to panic because a train was due in about 10
minutes or so....I began to think--why oh why did I say I wanted to die on the
tracks?? How stupid of me, I'm not ready to die just yet ! I began to
pray...lord help me get out of here and i'll not talk foolish again. Then I
began yelling help ! help me ! as loud as I could because the area was pretty
deserted back then, To my good fortune a man over a quarter mile away was out
working on his truck...He thought he heard
someone yelling help -but could see no-one in sight, so he went inside and got
his binoculars...he then told his wife..honey am I seeing things on the
railroad tracks? she looked thru the binoculars and said, heck no- there is a
man in a wheelchair yelling and waving his arms!! Well to sum it up he jumped
in his truck and hurried to me and pulled me out.I was very thankful and he
said if I had not been out working on my truck, we would never have heard you.
I was relieved and thankful and have lived many years since that incident. Dan
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