On the train this morning, as it pulled into Yonge station, the driver announced that we would be holding at the station for a little while because there was a train right ahead of us. I thought that it was a bit unusual for them to announce such a thing–they usually don’t. However, I gave it little thought before closing my eyes again and entering my own world again.
Moments later, the driver made another announcement, saying that we would have to wait at the station because there was a bit of a security mater that had to be taken care of. “That’s odd,” I thought. I looked out the window to the platform, which was rather empty. Off in the distance, I spotted a police officer scurrying off in one direction. He was too far off for me to really put much thought into what was going on. A few seconds later, I saw a second police officer on the platform rushing towards my end of the car. I cocked my head up, trying to focus my senses to figure out what was up. However, when I did, I withdrew immediately. I figured that I didn’t want to up the panic level of anyone in the car. I mean, no one knew what was going on. The thing is, with the Virginia Tech Massacre happening the day before, I have to admit that my mind was immediately playing out horribly unlikely scenarios. I turned up the volume on my iPod and tried to drown out the thoughts. Moments later, the train doors closed and we were on our way again. All that worry was for nothing.
Just another day during the commute.
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