A Risky Situation

Shortly after receiving my driver’s license, I find myself in a dangerous and frightening situation. Exposition: It’s a sunny and warm afternoon on my way home from work. I am tired and worn from working all day. My route home takes me through several intersections, one of which has a railroad crossing. As I approach this particular intersection, I am stopped by a red signal light, which leaves me two or three cars behind the crossing.
The signal light finally changes from red to green and the line of cars starts to progress. Conflict: For some unknown reason the beat-up pick-up in front of me decides to stop, leaving the tail end of my car sitting on the railroad tracks. The truck appears to have clearance to move and the light is still green. As if on cue, I hear the dinging of the warning bell and see the crossing arms start to drop. I can see the approaching train getting closer to where I am sitting. It is blowing its horn several times to get me to move off the tracks. I am terrified and start to panic I can’t move forward because of the truck; I cannot move to the right or left either. I’m not sure how to remove my self from this location.
The dented truck in front of me has two men sitting in the cab. The young man in the passenger seat turns around and looks at me. He shrugs his shoulders and holds up a can of what I think is beer as if to tell me there is nothing he can do. My anxiety level is at a high and I start to blow my horn hoping that this man will come to his senses and move out of the way.
Climax: The train is continuing down the tracks, sounding its horn and advancing closer and closer. Finally, the pick-up inches forward and give me enough room to get out of the way. The train just missed my car. May heart is still racing from what has just taken place.
Safe at home I realize how dangerous that was and am starting to