As
Katie Pritchard unloaded bags of groceries from the
trunk of her car on May 1, 1989, her sons Todd and Scott
played happily in the driveway. The family lived at
the end of a dead-end street in Ramsey, New
Jersey. So Katie was not worried about her
kids wandering out to the street and getting hit by
a car. But she often warned three-year-old Todd not
to go near the railroad tracks. The tracks were less
than 300 feet from the house, just beyond a cluster
of trees. 
After
putting away her first load of groceries, Katie returned
to her car to get more bags. She saw the boys still
at play. Katie also heard the roar of a passenger express
train as it rolled by. Then she went back into the house
with another load of grocery bags. 
Despite
their mother’s warnings, Todd and his 18-month-old brother
were attracted by the sound of the speeding train. They
walked through the trees and knelt down on the tracks.
What the little boys didn’t know was that a second train
was heading straight for them. 
Just
over a slight rise to the west, a 19-car freight train
slowly made its way up the incline. Rich Campana, the
engineer, saw the overhead lights give the “all-clear.”
The passenger express train was far down the tracks.
So Campana pulled the throttle
to resume full speed. Standing next to him in the cab
was conductor Anthony Falzo. Falzo, a 17-year veteran
of the railroad, was sharing some small talk with Campana.
But, as the train reached the top of the rise, the two
men noticed something on the tracks about 800 yards
ahead. What was it? It appeared to be two bundles or
boxes——one yellow and one red. “ Then the yellow one
moved,” said Falzo, “and we realized it was two kids.”

Campana
slammed on the train’s brake and blasted his air horn.
Falzo knew right away that the train was going too fast
to stop in time. Immediately he rushed out the engine’s
cab door and out onto its narrow running board. He quickly
made his way to the front of the engine, and then climbed
down a steel ladder to the last rung.
There he hung, at the front of the train, about two
feet above the roadbed. Frantically
he waved and shouted at the kids, telling them to get
off the tracks. They didn’t move. Falzo later said that
they just looked up, “ as if we could steer around them.”

Meanwhile
Katie heard the air horn and the screech
of the train’s brakes. Her heart pounded as she raced
outside. Just one look around told her the truth. Todd
and Scott were gone! She knew that they must be on the
tracks. 
Falzo thought about jumping off the train and trying
to run ahead of it to save the little boys. But even
as the train slowed down, Falzo knew he couldn’t outrun
it. So this 35-year-old former gymnast formed another
plan. He decided to leap off the train just as it neared
the children. That way he might be able to scoop
up the boys and get them off the track in time. Falzo
would have to time his jump exactly. If he leaped too
soon, the train would beat him to the kids. If he jumped
too late, the train would crush the boys beneath its
wheels. 
Luckily,
Falzo had a very good sense of timing. At the last possible
instant, he leaped from the train. He took two giant
strides
and grabbed the children. With one child tucked under
each arm, he pressed Todd and Scott down into the roadbed
gravel.
The outer edge of the train passed just inches over
their heads.
When
the train finally stopped, the third car was perched
just a couple of inches over their heads. But the boys
were safe. Luckily, Scott’s cut wasn’t serious. After
13 stitches, he was
as good as new. “There’s no word in Webster’s,”
said Katie Pritchard, “that can express our deepest,
everlasting appreciation to Tony [Falzo] for what he
did.”
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