(New Jersey) On a warm summer day, I was walking along the lake with a
childhood friend. We reminisced about youthful summer days spent fishing
on the lake. A railroad track runs next to the lake. We used to put
pebbles and pennies on the train tracks, and take cover as the train zoomed
by and annihilated the objects.
My friend is a school teacher who dabbles in photography, and as we walked,
he would take various nature shots. Every fifteen minutes or so, a train
would fly by. My friend was suddenly seized by a creative urge to put
stones on the tracks, and take a photo as the train ran over them. An
action shot, he called it.
I insisted that this was a bad idea. But he proceeded to place several
fist-sized stones on the rail. I took cover a good 100 yards away as he
sat in wait, twenty yards from the tracks. Soon we heard the train
approaching. He crouched down and put the camera to his face. As the
train flew by, he fell flat on his back!
Exactly what I thought would happen, happened. The train sent stone
shrapnel flying straight toward him, and one piece hit him in the face. I
ran to his side. He was spitting out blood and two broken teeth. Despite
the look of horror and surprise on his face, I couldn't help but laugh. I
warned him! "At least, did you get the shot?" I asked.
He gave me a look that said he wanted to kill me.
When he developed the film, he found an "action shot" all right. It was a
blurred picture of the top of the train and the sky above it, snapped as he
fell backwards. I suggested posting the photo in his classroom along with
a picture of his two broken teeth, and a sign explaining the dangers of
playing with trains.
This man is a role model for the next generation!
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