The Maryland train story has taken a tragic turn. I talked to some people at the scene of the crash, and they said the boy was taking pictures and stepped the wrong way into the train.
Later I found out the boy was the grandson of a good friend of mine. She was just telling me yesterday about how he had overcome his dyslexia, and how proud she was of him. She talked about him all the time and beamed with pride. But apparently he wasn’t completely over his dyslexia, because he stepped the wrong way.
I will do what I can to help, but her loss is unimaginable. John John, rest in peace.