The Train

This is a true story. When I was about 7 or 8 years old, we moved to a house near a railroad track. A small steam train passed there two or three times a day. I loved trains, so the first time I heard the train whistle I ran and stood up near the track. As the train went by I waved to the engineer and he waved back. He was rather elderly as I could see, his grey hair showing under the floppy, striped cap which they wore at the time. The next day, same thing, except when I waved, he threw a small brown paper bag into the tall grass. I ran and picked it up and it was a bag of assorted candy. I waved again and he waved back. This went on for some time. Then one Sunday he threw up a rollled newspaper along with the candy. It had the Sunday Comics ! This also went on for quite some time. Then one Sunday as he came by he really waved excitedly, waving as he got out of sight, and I also waved. I wondered? As I looked at the paper, I saw there was a note attached. The note said: I am being transferred to the Main Line, I wont be seeing you any more, Goodbye. I still think of this at night as I lay in bed and I cant keep tears from flowing. I am 71 years old now. What a human being that God placed upon this earth that so impacted my life.