Have you ever had one of those? I mean, literally, that seemingly endless minute or ten that drags and drags and it’s filled with dark premonition, cold-sweating horror and realization that anything resembling control is out of your hands?
I have had a few – not a lot, cause I am made of pragmatic, tenacious stock – but there were some. Like 15 years ago, when after failing to get my son on the phone for 5 hrs – and knowing he didn’t go to school because of bronchitis – I was running home in full certainty I will find him unconscious (if not worse) on the floor. [He was asleep! At 3pm. He’d slept for 14hrs straight.] Those 4 blocks from subway stop to my house were never ending; I felt like I was running in place, with cotton in my throat and fear in my belly.
I was recalling that one in particular when I was listening to the news of that Amtrak train crash.
Because I just bought a ticket for a trip to Quebec in July: on Amtrak.