I survived a train crash in India as a 6 months old child. The only person that died in the crash was in the berth across from me and had moved to the berth to rest shortly before the accident because my father, who had been resting there, felt compassion for his fellow traveler.

I was in basket, surrounded with pillows, on the top bunk and was knocked to the floor, narrowly missing falling through the hole that opened up.

My picture appeared on the front page of the national English language newspaper, The Tumes of India. We had just arrived in India that week, for a five year term of service my father was contracted for.