Greetings Readers!
If you read my ‘about’ page you may remember me mentioning that my father would be making contributions to my blog.
Today, he decided to share a ‘feel good’ story from his time as a conductor on the railroad. It is important to note that this is a true story; and frankly, it is my favorite.
Enjoy!
– Gwin
The Coal Toss
Many years ago, I was a young railroad conductor who was in charge of a train running between two major cities in the South. At that time, I had a beautiful wife and together we had two healthy children. I felt very fortunate to be able to provide a comfortable living for myself and my family.
Anyway, I had been working the same train route for several years so I was very familiar with the surrounding areas. Oftentimes, I would get to know the people who lived and worked in the smaller towns along the way. But of all of those places, one place sticks out in my mind for sentimental reasons. Basically, it was a tiny ragged shack where a mother and several small children lived. I remember how the children, whose clothes were always torn and tattered, would run outside and wave to me and my crew whenever we passed by.
When winter came, I would think about this poor mother with her children. I thought about how cold they must have been at night. I also thought about how warm my own children were in my home.[more]
Source: True Railroad Stories: The Coal Toss – seekthebestblog
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