Last night I was watching the news coverage of the ACE commuter train that derailed about 7:30pm in Niles Canyon/Sunol. Only 4 of these trains travel through the canyon each day. The news said 1 million passengers a year ride it. I used to drive that commute when I lived in Livermore and worked in Newark.
I could not sleep thinking of the image of that train in the water. By 7:30 it was dark. Mike and I had been out driving in Fremont at that time and the rain was coming down so hard we could barely see. We kept talking about it, after seeing the news.
How would it have felt to be on the train that you ride to and from work 5 days a week, every week, until one day something goes wrong? We imagined the feeling (panic? terror?) those passengers must have had the minute they felt the disturbance. To be in a steel box, on a bridge, in the somewhat remote part of Niles Canyon, knowing that help might take a while. Last night it was cold and wet and raining. My heart and prayers go out to those people who were on that train. I saw this morning that no one was killed but nine were injured. I hope all nine are with their families now. Safe and dry and receiving the best care.
Then there were the emergency responders. Seven different teams from all over the East Bay rushing to the scene. When these types of emergencies occur they call in the teams of search and rescue. People who take training year after year to be prepared to help when more than our full-time emergency responders are needed. Bless those giving people.
We don’t know what will happen today or tomorrow and we never will. I’m pausing to tell someone I love them. To hug a little longer. I’m hoping you read this and do the same.