Over the past few months, news stories about 12-9s — train/person collisions — have taken center stage as the TWU has tried to turn it into a fight over train speeds and their current contract situation. Coverage of these collisions, whether caused by suicides, homicides or accident, has proliferated lately even as the impact to an individual’s personal safety remains somewhere between negligible and non-existent.
But what of the other side of the story? What of the people who wind up in the tracks to help an unfortunate person who may be in danger after an accidental fall? What’s it like to be in the path of an incoming train? Recently, at Bowling Green, Victor Samuel experienced just that as he hopped into the track bed to help a man who had fallen. He shared his story with The Times. I’ll excerpt:
I looked down the tunnel – we were at the uptown end of the uptown track – and saw a train coming. I gauged that I had a little bit of time and, without thinking any further, placed my right hand on the platform and jumped down. I didn’t anticipate the uneven surfaces below, and fell. I heard gasping and screaming from above. Looking down the tunnel at the circular train lights, growing larger, I felt very small, vulnerable and terrified. I had lost time. I got up, put my hand on the man’s back and guided him a couple of steps toward the platform. Then I bolted toward the platform myself. I had to get out of there.
I’m 6 feet tall. The platform was maybe 5 feet high. I placed both hands on it, bent my legs and propelled myself up with all the strength I could muster. I felt my knees bang the underside of the platform. My torso and waist were above the platform but I could not lift my knees and legs up there. I dropped down and jumped up again. Again my knees stung as they smacked the underside of the platform.
At this point, as I held my position – upper body above the platform, legs dangling below, glancing to my right at the approaching train – time slowed down. I forgot all about the stumbling man…I knew I didn’t have much time. I made sure to concentrate, not to lift my knees too early. I put my hands on the platform and launched myself again.
Samuel said his mind filled with fears of an impending impact as the train hurried into the station, but the operator was able to slow down just enough to give the two men opportunity to make it back to the platform. It’s not anything I would ever like to experience.
The MTA has been tight-lipped about track survival. They can’t readily give out advice because they don’t want anyone in the track in the first place. Some people say run in the direction the train is heading; others say to find shelter; others say jump. But it’s a larger gap between the track bed and platform edge than most people realize. Any way you look at it, though, subway tracks are a dangerous place.