I was 17 years old in March of 1982, and knew almost everyone killed in that accident. In the following days, I attended 5 funerals. A decision was made that night that changed the lives of so many people. All of the teenagers killed were lovely people. Unfortunately, one teenager made a horrible decision, which was impaired by alcohol. His decision affected the lives of all those in the van, their families, their friends, and the conductor of the train, along with all those who witnessed the crash. It’s been almost 28 years, and it still seems like yesterday. As the parent of sons, I understand how teenagers don’t always think, and understand what their decisions may bring. This was a horrible loss for so many people, and it still breaks my heart to think about that morning after, receiving one call after another informing me of each of those who died, and looking into their parents' eyes and seeing that heartbreaking grief. I am grateful those tracks were raised, and I still cry every time I have to drive by that site. I hope that I can instill in my sons how precious life is, how drinking and driving can destroy lives so quickly. My heart goes out to all those families and all the men and women who were at that crash site. I can’t even imagine what the conductor had to live with after that. No one should have to bear those images, those memories. As an aside, the teenagers were coming from a party. The boy, whose house the party was at, was also killed in the accident. Hold your children tight, and teach them what horrors can result from drinking and driving. Parents should never have to bury their children.