The Most Improbable Story Ever Told
A miracle, in two parts.
He should have died on March 7, 2005. That’s what doctors say. That’s what he says. That’s what the surgeon who saved his life will tell you. He should have died because the Volkswagen Jetta he was riding in, on a snowy, ice-slicked mountainous road in Norway, hit the concrete base of a lamp post at more than 60 miles an hour, blowing out its windows, mushrooming its airbags, crumpling its frame. He should have died because the seatbelt that he was wearing in the Jetta’s backseat, the seat located behind the front passenger seat, kept Simon in the car, but tore apart his insides. That tough strap of woven nylon that cocooned him within the confines of twisted metal lacerated his large intestine, nearly slicing it in half and causing massive internal bleeding.
That’s how Simon Thomas-Train came to be lying by the side of a twisting mountain road in rural Norway. Lying by the side of the road at the edge of a grocery store parking lot, the smoking, twisted ruin of a Volkswagen Jetta lying nearby. Lying by the side of the road. Waiting to die.