Imagine sweeping through green fields, floating five feet above ground,

sun on your face as you slide by, on track to your destination,

not a care in the world, as you simply lean back.

And before you know it, you're there.

This is how travels should feel, and on our trains, it does.

Avanti West Coast, feel good travel.

Hey Waffle, gang, I do hope you are well. My name is Mark and today we're checking out some more

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That today's first story comes from true evil incarnate and says,

would I be the asshole if I called out my mother-in-law for literally putting my husband last?

There was a trigger warning on this one for drug abuse, domestic violence, descriptions of

medical emergencies with blood and seizures. My husband was hit by a car while on his e-bike

two weeks ago. No fractures of any sort miraculously, but has a mid-temporal trauma subarachnoid

hemorrhage on his right side. He is supremely lucky to be alive and his two-day stint in the

ICU was filled with onlookers of

the man who was crushed in a car but only suffered a minor laceration and brain bleed.

This man is very anti-hospital and finicky and insists he's fine.

But his mother and I disagree because he has permanent optical nerve damage due to an extremely rare brain aneurysm.

It wasn't an aneurysm, I just don't know what to call it, because it doesn't have a name yet.

He had as a child.

The doctor said that puts him at even higher risks than if he were normal.

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