Vanessa Dorwart

Two beautiful teenagers died recently and I was there. I’ll never forget what happened.

I needed to get from New York to Washington, D.C. for a business meeting but a massive snow storm was set to slam into the Northeast.  I thought the meeting would be canceled. It wasn’t, so a trip aboard Amtrak’s high speed Acela train seemed the best bet.

As two colleagues and I were strategizing we felt a bump and heard a cracking sound. There were murmurs of, “We must have hit a patch of ice,” and “I think it was a big tree branch on the track.” Then the train stopped dead.

There we sat for two hours in Norwood, Pennsylvania watching the snow fall outside our windows. [click to continue…]

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