Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-33488654-20180922022507

The year was 1989, Ronald Reagan was nearing the end of his presidency.

It was that day, the 12th of May, when I witnessed an incident in San Bernardino which would stay with me for the rest of my life.

I woke up early and couldn't get myself to fall back asleep.

It was 7:36 AM when I was jogging and saw a freight train consisting of 6 locomotives and 69 hopper cars rattling down the hill at a very high speed until it got to the sharp bend which my neighborhood was built right next to. It was that moment that the train jumped the tracks, tumbling down and smashing through the neighborhood like it was nothing. People were eating their breakfast when the train crashed through the street.

Hell, not even a swimming pool was a match for the train.

I ran over to the scene, still keeping a safe distance, and saw the lead locomotives laying on their backs and sides, smoldering.

Whatever wasn't crushed was covered in trona like a sandstorm had just hit. 