Bad luck with trains tends to run in our family. Within a span of twenty-five years, four different family members came too close to passing trains, twice with fatal results.
My grandmothers made up the more-fortunate half of this catalogue. Grandma Montgomery's incident is the one I know the least about. I know she and her mother were riding in a car that was actually struck by a passing train, and I've since learned that Grandma always bore a scar on her forearm as a result.