Train Crash It was a very cold and windy morning, November 30th and I took the Pier Marquette Train from New Buffalo to go to Chicago. The train was late one hour and things did not start very easily due to some weather issues earlier in the morning. Something inside me was telling me that was not a normal day... I told Steve: “I do not want to go, I am scared”. “Do not worry – he replied – you will have a good time”. Finally the train arrived and I jumped in.
I remember being so happy about the comfortable seats, how spacious and warm it was… I bought the day before my Oprah Magazine… it was like a nice treat! I was looking forward to the train ride and my day in the city.
I called Steve: “I am in, and I love it…. We need to come together; this is great, Gabriel, our son, will love it”. “Ok, Marta, Have fun, we will pick you up on your way home”… “Ok, bye Steve”.
The ride was ok, the train moved a little bit because of the wind… I looked at the window and to my magazine… We crossed some gigantic metal bridges and I though “Oh, If we have here an accident that can be pretty dangerous”… and I kept reading my magazine.
I arrived to a portion of the magazine with a very interesting article. It was about failure and problems in life, the article said that sometimes it is more beneficial in life and you learn more if you face problems or experiment failure…. All the sudden, I heard this big explosion and the next thing I know is that I was on the floor on my knees and they hurt very badly.
I was shocked, I was scared to look up… train crashes on TV are always so tragic, always involving death people… I did not want to look around. But I looked, and everybody was “Alive”!!!!! Most of people around me had injuries and were bleeding…
People could not believe it… on OUR train to CHICAGO… a Crash! No way, it is not possible. First words were people screaming on the wagon: Is everybody alright? Is anybody badly injured? None inside my wagon was very bad. We only has concerns for a pregnant women… she was so pale… and she wanted to be checked at the Hospital.
People passed along napkins to cover the blood… some people brought ice from the bar… some people were going out to see what happened, and they said: “The engine is on top of the other train!”… I did not want them to be there, there were chances of other trains approaching, and that could be worst. I called Steve: “The train had a crash against another train… I do not know if the drivers are ok, you need to call Amtrak and let them know they need to stop the traffic around us. I do not want another train to hit us from the back”.
Here is a link with the reproduction of what happened:
http://www.suntimes.com/images/cds/flash/113007traincrash.htmlSome Amtrak workers came with ice… the train had limited supply of ice, so I remember a girl coming saying: "My mother needs ice please". A men that was injured on his knee said to her "Looks like probably your mother needs more the ice than me, please take this to her”.
Everybody was helping everybody. Somebody said: “The Firefighters and rescue teams are on its way”.
The Firefighters arrived first, quickly revised the stability of the train, risk of fire and looked for the “severe injured”. They asked us to stay seated and leave de corridors free… they will take out first the worst people, and then the rest, they will advise about how to leave the train… “This has to be done with order please, follow the instructions”.
In the meantime, some other firefighters were making three big holes in the metallic fence, on the right side of the Train tracks. There were some empty lots on the left behind the fence, were we could all go… they were though down a small hill. They made the holes and prepared to sets of ladders in each hole… we were all moved down with their help… “Madame, turn yourself backwards, give me your belongings please, ok, now put one feet on the ladder, grave the borders, ok, put the other feet, ok, now go down slowly”…. “Do not worry, we got you”. I was down! You can see me in the last picture, waiting down the hill, I am wearing a white coat and blue jeans, and I am on the right of the picture.
All around were chaos, many policemen, firefighters, ambulances, helicopters, and the press. They were trying to get as many pictures as possible… “Stop the press, call the police, you need to make a barrier… they will kill us”… a Firefighter said. I really do not know how quickly they know about accidents. They asked us from far behind to make comments for the press.
We were all taken to a nearby school, were they put us in the gymnasium. The staff in the school was very nice, and they tried to help as much as possible. They took our data one by one, separated injured with immediate medical needs from not injured with medical needs. The injured people were seen by many paramedics right there and taken to the hospitals. The rest of us, were driven in a bus to Union Station. It was over.
All this was approximately 3 hours and half… since the crash to the moment when I arrived to Union Station.
My friends Deo and Mary Elba, that spent Thanksgiving with us, picked me up at the Station, I was so happy to see them! They took me to eat and drink something.
I was concerned about Steve driving to pick me up; he was the whole day very nervous about the accident. So my friends drove me half way home and we met Steve in a city called Valparaiso...
I have some muscular pain… a headache and my right feet hurts… I am scared of trains, of traveling and I do not want to leave my house. But I am so happy I am alive! And we are all survivors to a train crash… we are really lucky.
My grandfather was a train conductor… I believe is my angel. He was with me and he made sure that I was ok. Thank you Abuelo Lute.

