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Close call at railroad cossing
I could still remember that day seven years ago. It was during after-work peak hours, I was driving my 8-month-old daughter home after a visit to her doctor. There was plenty of traffic along the way. At the railroad crossing near Tainan Sheng Kung Girls' High School, I was moving at snail pace behind a group of motorcycles and bicycles trying to cross rail tracks.
Suddenly, the alarm at railroad crossing started to sound. "Dang! Dang! Dang!" I thought to myself, "this is bad, I am not even halfway through." I kept sounding my horns and shouting in hope to get the motorists ahead move along quicker. Unfortunately, there were too many of them, I couldn't move any quicker. I even accidentally bumped one of them. Yet, all I cared about at that moment was to cross the tracks as soon as possible, one way or the other.
And then, the gates were lowered. "Holy shit!" My car was sitting stuck on the tracks between the gates. I looked back at my daughter sitting quietly in her carseat, not understanding the commotions around her. Motorcyclists just looked on, but no one tried to help. I forgot to breathe.
Just as I was about to abandon my car, one teenage girl lifted the gate and signaled me to pass. That was like handing a drowning person a stick. I floored the gas and got out of harm's way. As I was slowly back to my normal self, I realized that I didn't thank that teenage girl.
Even though it has been 7 years, I have not been able to shake the memory of life-death situation at that railroad crossing. I don't think I ever will. My biggest regret is, not being able to thank that girl personally.
2007-11-05 06:43:11 補充:
hehe.... they don't let me write s h i t.