Stuff

Two days ago my coworker came into the office all upset. He had been stuck on the number 6 train (Lexington Avenue line) and had witnessed a horrific accident. A young child, (or so he thought), had somehow fallen in front of the oncoming train as it approached the 77th Street Station, and got hit and killed by the train because it couldn't stop in time. She was decapitated. As it turned out, this was actually a 48 year old woman who had dropped her gym bag onto the tracks and jumped down to get it. The train then approached the station as frightened onlookers, failing to pull her up, kept yelling for her to get into the middle of the tracks where there is a gap that she could lie down in and the train would pass over her. Instead, she tried to go under the platform area between the train and the platform, but there wasn't enough room. She died instantly. In her gym bag were her gym shorts, towel, and a cell phone. She died for her stuff. How crazy have we become to risk it all for nothing important.