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|Barry's last ride. (standard:other, 1626 words)|
|Author: Arthur Randall||Added: Apr 07 2003||Views/Reads: 2010/1210||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A young man who always loved trains gets a job with the public transit system and gets a job driving the subway trains. Then one day he had an experience that put him in the psychiatric hospital. Learn what happened on Barry's last ride.|
Barry's Final Ride. Dr. Lexington looked at the chart as he walked into the patient's room. His newest patient had been in the hospital for three weeks and there was still no change in his condition. Dr. Lexington had just graduated for medical school a few months ago and he was still new to the psychiatric field. The patient's name is Barry Williams and before he arrived at the hospital, he drove the subway trains for the city public transit. He worked there for five years, up until three weeks ago when someone jumped in front of the train that he drove. Barry had witnessed that whole incident. It had been such a shock to his mind that it left him in a zombie like state. When he walked into room 512 he saw that Nurse Abel, a women in her middle age had just finished taking the patients temperature and blood pressure. She looked at the doctor as he walked in and smiled at him. “Good morning Dr. Lexington.” She greeted. “Good morning nurse.” he replied. “Still no change with Mr. Williams?” “Still no change doctor.” Barry sat in a chair and stared at a wall blankly. As the doctor approached him, he took out a pen light from his right pocket. He shone it in Barry's left eye, then his right searching for any sort of reaction. There was none. As he examined his new patient, he wondered what was going on in Barry's mind, if anything at all. ______________________________ Before the man jumped in front of his train, Barry Williams had led a good life. He had been married to his wife for the past four years and the couple hoped to have children one day and raise a family. They both agreed that they would try when the both felt that the time was right. Since they were both still in their twenties, they believed they still had some time on their side. Barry was the sort of man who had an excellent sense of humor and he always looked on the positive side of life. He got along very well with his co-workers and he had even joined some of them after work at least once a week for a beer at a local sports bar. He did his job to the best of his ability and he hoped that he would get a raise in the very near future. Before he drove the subway trains. He drove the buses for the first year that he was with the public transit. He put in an application for the trains when he first applied but they weren't available at the time. Ever since he was a small boy he always had a love for trains. He used to play with his toy train set for hours. He also loved to ride on the subway trains. He used to fantasies that he would be the driver. Dropping off and picking up passengers at the many stations. He knew that when he grew up, he would drive the trains one day. It was a dream that he worked hard at to achieve. When the day had finally arrived that he would be transferred from the buses to the trains, he was overjoyed. He danced around his apartment and took his wife (who was his fiancé at the time) out to dinner to celebrate. His dream had finally come true. He had heard stories for experienced drivers about jumpers. There was one story about one driver who witnessed a woman jump in front of the train he drove. He was very shaken up about the incident as anyone would be. He claimed that he was fine; he just needed a day or two to deal with the tragedy in his own way. That night he had hung himself in his garage. Since then, all drivers who witnessed such a tragedy were sent to have professional help for what they witnessed. On the day of Barry's jumper, it had all started out as a typical day for him. He started his shift when the station opened at five that morning. It was the early afternoon just before the jumper and the noon hour rush had calmed. He would be done his shift in the next few Click here to read the rest of this story (107 more lines)
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