THREE WHITE LIGHTS by @CynicalMinion

 have you ever avoided thinking about something from inside your memories, because thinking of it as a general memory is so much safer?

“Waukesha has its share of impatient drivers.

Just ask Barb Lumb, who lives next to the railroad crossing on East Avenue where a train broadsided a car Monday evening.”

“Every day, someone tries to beat the train probably 10 times a day, either theyre lucky or theyre not.

i can’t see. i’m getting rained on. ow. no, really, OW.

*dingdingdingdingdingdingdingding*

there must be a train going by… there must be a…

oh yeah. train. those lights.

“PUT THAT CIGARETTE OUT YOU IDIOT!” that’s not… mom? *hand-touch-CONTACT-ok-she’s-here-i’m-safe* why is it raining, if we’re in the car?

yeah. ow.

People caught on the wrong side of the tracks peered between the cars or kneeled on the ground to look under the train at the smashed Buick, which came to rest on East Park Avenue.”

have you ever had someone cut your clothes off before? doesn’t really matter how much you say you’re fine, you’re strapped to a board. they’re coming off. standard operating procedure.

mom? okay. hospital. WHAT HOSPITAL? um. yeah. quiet, still, those i can do. OW, yeah, that bit hurt. now there’s only underwear. i’m small and tiny and afraid. ooh, warm and toasty, blankety goodness.

mr. gifford is going to be so mad. i was actually going to have my homework done for once tomorrow… did they bring it with?

have you ever downed what seemed like a gallon of water while wearing disposable scrubs because they’re “pretty sure you’re okay but we need to see if there’s lasting damage to your kidneys?” so you have to pee before they let you go home?

what? I DON’T HAVE TO PEE!!

“Stacey Vodnik remembers seeing the flashing warning lights as she walked to her car… ‘I saw the train coming and I saw the car. All of a sudden there was a big boom. After that, I don’t remember much,” she said.” you and me both, hun…

have you ever worn disposable scrubs that’re about three sizes too big? you should, but not because you have to. (best PJs ever, just sayin’)

stop POKING at my head. i’m just fine, you’re the doctor, you’re supposed to KNOW that. oh. blood.

“These are two of the busiest streets in the city” Thomas Faulkner, 1902 S.Grand Ave. said about East Avenue and Broadway. “People fly through here because it’s faster than taking the side streets.

He said it is a confusing crossing because the traffic lights blend in with the crossing lights, and lights from nearby gas stations and stores.

so, i can’t see, i’m not supposed to fall asleep just in case, and dad has to come get us? REMEMBER THE MEDFLIGHT incident? he’s gonna be so pissed. if i could just PEE, they’d let me go home!

have you ever been in one of those situations where everything that ANYONE says just makes it worse? only a few years prior, my mother’s finger was caught in the door of our van. fair enough, i drop my backpack (sorry dad) in the garage on the way to get to the phone, ambulance on its way, advice being cold washcloth and compression. fair enough… BUT… dad gets home, backpack (and blood) in the garage, neither mom OR me in the house. HE calls the ER, looking for me (blood/backpack/etc.) and the desk says “i think he’s here, hang on, medflight’s just landed for a pickup…”

have you ever been descended upon by a frantic parent who thought you were being sent via medflight while all you were doing was watching them load one of the other ER folks on medflight (fun!) because watching them sew up your mom’s finger was squicky?

BUT I’M OKAY, I JUST WANT TO GO HOME AND SLEEP!!

have you ever been descended upon by a frantic parent who (rightfully, this time) thought he might be alone in the world?

“It was not known whether Hetzler saw the train” oh we saw it coming alright, only not soon enough to realize we’d stopped right on the tracks.”

have you ever wished you HADN’T gone before you left?

ALL I HAVE TO DO IS PEE, AND THEN WE CAN GO HOME!!

what do you mean i can’t sleep on the way home?

“These people were lucky lucky to survive…”

and that’s why train-crossings still freak me out.

*dingdingdingdingdingdingding*

screw you world, i’m a cat on its ninth life. i was in the passenger seat of a buick century that was broadsided by a freight-train traveling at full speed. my side of the car was caved in, and we were sent spinning out of the intersection onto a side street. mom had some injuries, i had a lovely upside-down seven on my chest for about a month (seatbelts save lives, yo) but somehow managed to not have anything broken. i can’t explain why i’m still alive, and apparently something else got rattled around as well. the reason the doctors were worried about the blood coming out of my ears was that my hearing aids as well as my glasses had gotten tossed into the back seat, so the emt folks didn’t know what was up. and i hadn’t gotten that far in my thought processes yet to tell them. to this day, the only lasting reminder is a tiny white scar that you can only find if you know what you’re looking for, from where a bit of windshield glass got stuck in my wrist and i wouldn’t stop picking at it while it healed. in case you were wondering, i didn’t need my hearing aids after that, although we’d been trying a surgical/drug treatment to fix things as well. whichever it was that worked, i don’t recommend “being hit by a train” as alternative therapy. i lucked out.

have you ever seen such a sight in your life? as

THREE.

WHITE.

LIGHTS.

*dingdingdingdingdingdingding*

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Raw Screenshot from The Orphan Killer 2 Bound x Blood
Photo by Matt Farnsworth, Creator
Releasing 2015
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