Subway Runner

It had been a long year. Georgia Tech was everything it lived up to and more, but all good things must come to an end. It was time to get up and catch my 7AM flight back to Pittsburgh. I rolled out of bed, half asleep. Got my clothes, my shoes, my bags, and I left my room for the last time. Normally the fresh morning air would wake me up, but at 5AM in the coldest may you've experienced doesn't really do the trick. Luckily, the North Ave MARTA Station was only a few blocks away. As a very paranoid person, I power-walked my way to the station to avoid any confrontations. Everything was going fine. I was just going through the routine of getting to the airport. I added a trip to my breeze card, scanned myself through the gates, went down the escalator and waited for the train to come. Unfortunately, I had just missed the 5:00 train, so it would be quite a while till the next one. I was hoping there was someone else who could share my anger but I was alone. I hadn’t seen another person around since I had left my dorm save a few homeless people sitting outside the BP gas station. My impatience started to surface after the first 10 minutes, so I decided to pace back and forth to ease some of my frustration. After five or six more minutes I finally heard the train approach. I was relieved to finally continue on my way to the airport. I peeked over the tracks looking down the long tunnel for the train and saw its lights peering through the darkness. In a few moments the train would be here, so I turned to grab my bags from the bench behind me, but I tripped. I was in trouble. I watched as the train rapidly approached. The farther I fell, the closer it came. This was it, my life was over. 20 yards. I just wished there was something I could do. I was not ready to go yet. 15 yards. I had so many things I wanted to do with my life but I would never get to do. My bucket list would be left undone. 10 yards. Suddenly, I felt something pulling me back, almost like someone had grabbed my outstretched hand as I was falling. It pulled me back up to the edge, back to safety. The train flew by a few inches from my face. I was alive, someone had saved me. I could live to see another day. I immediately turned to thank the person who had just saved my life. But when I turned to look, no one was there. I was still alone. The whole platform was empty. I called out, but no answer. What had saved me? What had pulled me back in? Who was I supposed to thank for saving my life? Still to this day, I wonder what was responsible for 
that event.


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