17 September 1983 was a seemingly ordinary day, except that several lives in my family has changed forever. It is the day that my parents were devastatingly wounded from a car accident. My father at the time was a young military officer with a bright future ahead of him. He was driving back from a party in an early evening to pick up the kids, with my mother sitting on his side. Inebriated, he stopped the car at a red light on top of one rail track where there was no barrier put in place. A train approached at full speed, hitting the car on the driver side and drag what remains of the vehicle, and its passengers, for a long distance.