Albert E. Schoenfeld's Protection from Train Wreck in Brussels

“At Antwerp the train stood ready, via Brussels, for Switzerland. Looking at the long train, a strange forefeeling came over me, as if something dreadful was going to happen. I tried to step into the last car, and some small voice seemed to whisper that I was not safe there. I tried a car in the centre of the train. The same feeling, the same whispering that I would not be safe there. So I walked along the train, - the same feeling accompanied me, until I reached the very next car behind the engine. Here I felt easy. Approaching the city of Brussels, an express came from the rear and ran into our train, before the latter had completely gotten on to the side track. The scene of destruction was dreadful to behold. The rear car was cut to splinters, the centre cars were telescoped, and my car escaped with a general upsetting of everything. Everything was in commotion. My valise I found outside along the track; how it got there I do not know. My hands were stained with blood, so was my valise, but not a scratch or wound was found on me; the bloodstains came from injured passengers sitting alongside of me. It took the balance of the day to clear the track and get us started again. There were ten persons killed and thirty-three injured.”

— Albert E. Schoenfeld, The Latter-day Saints' Millennial Star, Vol. 70, No. 21