In the middle of the night, driving to South Carolina, lost in thought, listening to music we neared my inlaws home and drove over the railroad tracks. The second we crossed, we saw glaring its lights, a train, engine running, no more than 10 feet from us. After we crossed I looked behind, the train appeared parked. Makes sense. If it was going, we’d be dead. No need to fear Kashif said, the guard rails were up. Maybe this would have been enough for me pre-law school.. but every other case I read are about people who don’t pay attention combined with guard rails that malfunction. Sure, the decedent’s family might win the suit, but does that give back what they really want? In retrospect we were in no real danger, but looking dead on to the lights of a train…. in the dead of the night on a rural South Carolina road… and then later hearing the distant rumbling of the train sounding its horn as it crossed those very tracks… just reminds me of the very essence of life, how fragile it is, how it hangs by a thread. Each day is a gift worthy of pure elation.