How a single day changed my life
On the morning of March 17, 2009, a train derailed on the rail track between Seattle and Portland, Oregon.
It was the last of six trains the company operates to and from its downtown Seattle-to-Portland train hub.
One of the train cars caught fire, sending smoke into the air and killing two workers.
It wasn’t the first time that derailments like that had happened on the line.
The train company has been plagued by a string of such incidents.
The company has faced lawsuits over the last few years alleging it violated labor laws and over its failure to make repairs to track.
In 2015, the company settled a class action lawsuit with more than $10 million in damages.
But this was the first major derailment of its kind on the tracks.
It left behind an indelible mark on the company and its employees.
I was there when the fire broke out, and I watched as the fire department responded.
It took the firefighters five minutes to extinguish the fire, and by the time they arrived, the car had completely burned.
The car had the potential to explode and cause major damage.
The firefighters worked through the night and the next day to make sure that nobody else was hurt.
The building that housed the train depot, the Union Pacific, was still standing the next morning, its facade and windows still smoldering, its interior covered in smoke and its roof cracked.
The fire department took a few more minutes to evacuate the injured workers, but by the end of the day the building had been reduced to rubble.
I saw my mother cry the whole way home from the hospital.
She had lost so much.
The Union Pacific has since closed and been sold to a new owner.
But I will never forget what happened in the weeks that followed.
When I first started working there, there was a lot of optimism in my job.
The job was great, and the company had grown to be one of the largest railroad companies in the country.
The fires that I was called on to battle were part of a wave of new growth that the company was starting to experience.
The Seattle metro area had been growing rapidly in recent years.
And with it came more people and more jobs.
But the fires I worked on in 2008 were a warning to me that things could change.
As the years passed, I began to notice a lot more smoke coming from the depot.
The buildings and cars were being rebuilt in a different way.
The rails were being upgraded and replaced.
The tracks were being replaced.
But as the fires continued to flare up, the fire marshals, fire trucks, and rescue teams were forced to use old equipment to fight the fires, like hand-held blowers, fire extinguishers, and foam balls.
I remember thinking, How many more years will I be at the depot?
How much longer will it burn?
And I had a hard time getting out of bed at the time.
I had to make do with the knowledge that if something like this happened again, I was going to be there the whole time.
So I began thinking about how I could stay at work.
As I began building my career as a firefighter, I realized that many of the same things I used to do at work could be done at home.
I would go out and find new, better tools and new ways to do things, like using wood to build walls or a new type of paint.
I began researching how I would work at home instead of working on the train.
As an engineer, I am trained to look for new ways of doing things, new technologies, and new materials.
I started to realize that the new technology and materials I was learning at work would be very useful for me as a firefighter.
I decided that it would be a good idea to take my old tools and put them to use in the field.
My wife and I decided to get a home-grown firefighting kit and started putting it together.
We used wood to make new walls, plywood to build ceiling tiles, and fiberglass to build a new wall.
We even went to the local hardware store and bought some new plywood and plywood panels, but it was too expensive.
When we got home, I went out to the fire station and started building the wall that I wanted.
I called my wife and told her that I had just bought the best firefighting equipment I could find.
We had spent thousands of dollars on a new home-made fire fighting system that cost about $300.
I built the new wall and it was ready to go.
We finished it and we set to work.
We did the final test of the wall.
It worked, and it saved me from the possibility of being burned alive.
We called the fire service to make an emergency call, and they came right to the station.
When they saw the wall they didn’t think much of it.
They didn’t even know we had made a fire, but they called the station and said that we had a fire.
I couldn’t believe