This tragedy happened decades ago and I suspect that many—except for the immediate family---have forgotten about that
deadly day. People who are not directly involved with a tragedy…..usually pay their respects, lock the incident in the past, and move forward. But those who personally-suffered the devastating loss, particularly the loss of one so young, have
no choice but grieve for--a lifetime.
Because I didn’t witness the incident or talk to railroad officials, details from so long ago are hazy, but one fact remains clear: On an
ordinary day---a young man in his twenties named Raymond, married and with a new baby---was accidentally “coupled” between two railroad cars.
When the accident
happened in the train yards of the Cotton Belt Railroad, I wasn’t living in my hometown of Pine Bluff, Arkansas. When my Father called to tell me about the accident...his
voice was unusually soft and highly-emotional. I sensed my father, an experienced railroad engineer, was painfully-shocked by what had occurred in the place he called his “other”
I didn’t know the young man personally, but I’d seen him many times--from a distance. Our small neighborhood was friendly; we knew who lived in every house on
both sides of the street . And, I remember when Nancy—a tiny, young, strawberry- blonde who lived just one block from my parents---married Raymond.
My father shared what
little he knew, saying that after the impact, Raymond was conscious. He talked with people around him, asked for a cigarette, and began instructing people about what to tell his wife and family. He recognized the seriousness of his injuries; apparently he
knew that his chances of survival were nearly zero.
No doubt doctors and emergency teams arrived within minutes. The young man was surrounded with attention from many experts…..but
the situation was grave.
There was no question that the procedure of uncoupling the massive steel joints… now joined together through the young man’s midsection…would be
enough to kill him. And, medical personnel knew that, within seconds of the uncoupling, the victim would surely bleed to death.
Perhaps my father said it best: “Heroes are born from
tragedy. Raymond was “just a kid” yet he never-once thought about himself. All he could talk about was his wife and their young child. He kept expressing his concern for Nancy and worrying about how she’d "make it" without him.”
Yes, an ordinary-young man named Raymond died that ordinary evening in Pine Bluff, Arkansas when railroad officials had no choice but uncouple the railroad cars that were keeping him alive and “intact”.
I’ve never forgotten Raymond’s death. The way he died will haunt me, always.
Don’t accuse me of being morbid because I think about--- talk about--- death and dying. Death
is an undeniable part of Life. It comes to all of us and we won’t know WHEN: the day, the hour, or under what circumstances. For that reason, I keep practicing my “strength” training, hoping to stay strong, unselfish, and level-headed---
until the end.
Think about what you’ve read and ask yourself: “Who among us—when faced with life’s end---will think of others rather than ourselves? How many
of us will remember to say “I Love You” to those nearby?
Finally.... will any of us remember to say “Thank You” to God for having given us the gift of life?”