Last night at 6:20,
I bemoaned the fact that the train to get me home was running 14
minutes late, and turned out to be a local. Last night, once I was home,
I realized that the events of the evening were the result of a
derailment/crash in another part of Connecticut. This morning when I got
up and read the paper, I realized that one of the trains that crashed
was likely the express I was waiting to take.
Thankfully, the crash caused no life-threatening injuries. But it
changed the day for a whole lot of people, in more than just a "my train
is late" kind of way.
So today, I have drunk in life a little more, hugged my kids a little
tighter, seen my surroundings with slightly different eyes. I got home a
little later than planned last night. Just a little later than planned.
And today was a great new day.
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