Thanks RJ, O.H&S I understand.
I have two vivid memories of train drivers.
As a 6 year old ,every afternoon after school I would run to my back fence and wait for the 4.30 steam train and as it came into site I would start waving madly hoping that the driver would see me and blow his whistle. He never failed me.
At 50 something, I took my Mother, Step Father and my Wife back home.
It wasnt 4.30 but I heard a train in the distance and I ran to that fence and waved madly as a little boy would and as I stepped back into a previous life, the driver of the diesel blew his whistle, unbelievable but true.
Now I just have to stop the tears running down my face .
Sometimes, people in what they may call mundane jobs dont realise the absolute pleasure that you give other people, little boys or those that believe they still are.
God Bless mate and thanks for being a train driver.
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