End of the Line

“I knew I was going to hit him, and I knew he was going to die.”

“You see a trespasser near the tracks. You have no way of knowing whether he’s going to wave at you or jump in front of your train,” he says. “Even if they see someone standing or lying on the tracks, they are unable to do anything but blow their warning horns. Imagine that happening dozens of times a day. And some of these guys have been doing the same route for 30 years.”

Even though I thought I knew what this article was going to be about when I started reading it, it packed a wallop.

(source: Los Angeles Magazine: End of the Line, by Charles Fleming – via The Feature)