There But for the Grace of Gawd Go I...

This morning I got onto the express train to go to work, and I sat down on the bench seat closest to the door. Suddenly I heard terrified screaming and turned my head to see that a woman had stepped one foot onto the train but the other leg had shot fully down into the gap between the track waiting platform and the subway floor. The train was about to leave the station the moment before she'd attempted to get on, so she was screaming the way one would when there's a chance one's leg is about to get chopped off. It reminded me of the time I heard a dog screaming/crying right after it was hit by a car. To add to the horror, she was desperately trying to pull her leg out but the position she was in made it impossible. A man on the platform yelled out, "He knows you're there!" That was probably the most comforting thing she could have heard. Then a few men pulled her up and she stayed on the floor panting. Of course this all happened within seconds, frozen seconds. The subway staff ushered everyone else onto a local train across the platform. As the local train made its stops I looked at that leg sized gap between the platform and the subway floor and thought, "I better make sure to look down every time I get on or off a train."