JackieTakestheTrain
Lead Service Attendant
Hi:
I am back from my mega New York-Atlanta-Charlottesville-Cincinnati-NewYork Amtrak trip.
Somewhere on both ends of that I traveled from Boston to NYC on a bus.
To say my trip was eventful is an understatement.
I want to stay on topic so I will start with the biggest event: A young man nearly died on the Atlanta train platform. He was a heart transplant recipient whose heart just gave out. He was technically dead but revived at the hospital. I know a lot of you like to split hairs on here but can you just trust me on this one -- I was there.
I am leaving out the part where I just spent the prior hour chatting with his mom, physically challenged like me with a cane, and he and his teenage sister in the tiny Amtrak Atlanta train station. I am leaving out the part where I had been marveling how this single mom with her own issues was keeping her family together. I am leaving out how I had watched her son who was facing me and laughing with us as we waited and waited on the train. He had a toothy, sweet, lopsided grin and once he morphed into a man he would break all the women's hearts with that smile. We enjoying the good company.
I am leaving out the part about what happened as soon as I was settled into the room once I got on the train. There I heard the girl's cries like a knife in my ears and my heart. Looking out the window, I saw her running down the platform and begging anyone to help her brother. She said he wasn't moving. I am leaving out the part where I could, if I leaned just right, see the the bottom of his shoes as he laid face down on the platform right near the next car. This same boy whom I just spoken to only a few minutes prior.
I am also leaving out the part about the pretty nurse in the roomette across from me who was in the middle of telling me this was her first Amtrak train trip and she was excited. She was going to New York to see a play on Broadway. She was turning 50. When I explained to her what I was seeing and hearing outside, she went down to see if she could be assistance while the Amtrak personnel waited for the medics. I am also leaving out the part where when she came back she told me the young man was deceased. His lifeless body did not respond to the CPR she gave him.
I watched the medics use a syringe to try to revive him. I watched them put his body on a stretcher and continue to give him CPR. All outside my dirty Roomette window. I am leaving out the part where someone went to get his mom from coach. I could see them transporting her in a wheelchair to the fire truck that was going to the follow the ambulance that had already left. Someone had brought her some oxygen but she was sobbing ..and moaning. Her daughter trailed behind her looking lost and confused.
I am also leaving out that my SCA (the good one not my worst one!) was a mess. He had been the first one to tend to the young man and stayed until the paramedics came. I am also leaving out the part where he kept apologizing to me the entire trip because he was not able to tend to me as he had wished. He apologized 5 times. He didn't need to apologize at all.
Did I mention I was crying off and on during all of this? And praying aloud. I was.
I am leaving out the part where about midnight, after I was trying to wrap my brain out everything, that I heard a knock on the door. It was the nurse across the hall. Good news: The boy was breathing on his own. She couldn't sleep either and she had called all the local hospitals to try to find out something -- anything. She finally found him and she thought I would want to know that he was breathing on his own. And I was thankful to know.
But, what I really wanted to know was why didn't Amtrak have a defibulator? I asked her. She said they only had a first aid kit.
So, I am asking all of you: Does Amtrak have defibulators and if not, who can I write to, call or scream at immediately to campaign to change that?
-jg
p.s. I will write about my horrible food and worst SCA elsewhere....
I am back from my mega New York-Atlanta-Charlottesville-Cincinnati-NewYork Amtrak trip.
Somewhere on both ends of that I traveled from Boston to NYC on a bus.
To say my trip was eventful is an understatement.
I want to stay on topic so I will start with the biggest event: A young man nearly died on the Atlanta train platform. He was a heart transplant recipient whose heart just gave out. He was technically dead but revived at the hospital. I know a lot of you like to split hairs on here but can you just trust me on this one -- I was there.
I am leaving out the part where I just spent the prior hour chatting with his mom, physically challenged like me with a cane, and he and his teenage sister in the tiny Amtrak Atlanta train station. I am leaving out the part where I had been marveling how this single mom with her own issues was keeping her family together. I am leaving out how I had watched her son who was facing me and laughing with us as we waited and waited on the train. He had a toothy, sweet, lopsided grin and once he morphed into a man he would break all the women's hearts with that smile. We enjoying the good company.
I am leaving out the part about what happened as soon as I was settled into the room once I got on the train. There I heard the girl's cries like a knife in my ears and my heart. Looking out the window, I saw her running down the platform and begging anyone to help her brother. She said he wasn't moving. I am leaving out the part where I could, if I leaned just right, see the the bottom of his shoes as he laid face down on the platform right near the next car. This same boy whom I just spoken to only a few minutes prior.
I am also leaving out the part about the pretty nurse in the roomette across from me who was in the middle of telling me this was her first Amtrak train trip and she was excited. She was going to New York to see a play on Broadway. She was turning 50. When I explained to her what I was seeing and hearing outside, she went down to see if she could be assistance while the Amtrak personnel waited for the medics. I am also leaving out the part where when she came back she told me the young man was deceased. His lifeless body did not respond to the CPR she gave him.
I watched the medics use a syringe to try to revive him. I watched them put his body on a stretcher and continue to give him CPR. All outside my dirty Roomette window. I am leaving out the part where someone went to get his mom from coach. I could see them transporting her in a wheelchair to the fire truck that was going to the follow the ambulance that had already left. Someone had brought her some oxygen but she was sobbing ..and moaning. Her daughter trailed behind her looking lost and confused.
I am also leaving out that my SCA (the good one not my worst one!) was a mess. He had been the first one to tend to the young man and stayed until the paramedics came. I am also leaving out the part where he kept apologizing to me the entire trip because he was not able to tend to me as he had wished. He apologized 5 times. He didn't need to apologize at all.
Did I mention I was crying off and on during all of this? And praying aloud. I was.
I am leaving out the part where about midnight, after I was trying to wrap my brain out everything, that I heard a knock on the door. It was the nurse across the hall. Good news: The boy was breathing on his own. She couldn't sleep either and she had called all the local hospitals to try to find out something -- anything. She finally found him and she thought I would want to know that he was breathing on his own. And I was thankful to know.
But, what I really wanted to know was why didn't Amtrak have a defibulator? I asked her. She said they only had a first aid kit.
So, I am asking all of you: Does Amtrak have defibulators and if not, who can I write to, call or scream at immediately to campaign to change that?
-jg
p.s. I will write about my horrible food and worst SCA elsewhere....