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Readers in the U.S. may know by now of yesterday's D.C. subway collision. It's the first national news top story in years to have affected me on not just an emotional level, since I take the subway to work each day. I'm a bit ashamed of my callousness from this morning, when I found it not so much tragic as obnoxious for making me wait an hour for a train that wasn't too crowded.

Then my office mate told me that one of the crashed trains was the one she usually boards in the afternoon. She considers it the grace of God that she left work later than usual. I'm grateful for her well-being, too.

For a fleeting moment, I worried about the safety of future rides. Then I remembered how rarely trains crash, especially compared to automobiles and presumably buses. This was the worst in D.C. history, after all.