In Transit

Today, I met someone on the train that died, once. And came back to life. Apparently.

Here is his story:

He was driving with a friend in a Mustang.

They were on the Penticton Highway.

Going 165 MPH, they came upon a wall of flames that had occurred because of another crash.

They went through the flames, not knowing what was on the other side.

It was a semi, on the other side.

It cut their car in half.

He went headfirst through the windshield. (there were no scars on his neck/face/hands)

Every blood vessel in his head, shoulders and chest - according to him - should have burst.

They didn't.

And he can still walk.

It's a miracle.

What brought all this on, you want to know?

I'll tell you.

There was a story on the front page of the free newspaper about a baby named Isaiah.

Here is his story:

Baby Isaiah was born in Rocky Mountain House in October, 2009.

He suffered sever brain damage after his umbilical cord wrapped around his neck, depriving him of oxygen.

After being on life support for several months, Docs were ready to pull the plug Jan 20.

The parents went to court. A judge agreed to grant them time for a second opinion.

The second opinion was the same as the first: Baby Isaiah had no brain activity.

Yesterday, they removed the ventilator; Isaiah was unable to breathe on his own.

I had made the comment to a colleague whom was on the train with me, that if he was meant to be alive, he would be able to live without the aid of machines.

That's when Miracle Man piped up.

Oh the people you meet on the train....

Elsie P

PS - I should probably add this man resembled Emile Hirsch in Into the Wild around hour 1.5...