Dee (17:38)
This occurred in August of 2001. The school I went to for college had a campus in Luxembourg, which is a small country in Europe. There was going to be about 120 kids studying abroad for the semester. And so this was the beginning of my junior year prior to school starting. I went over three weeks early with a couple buddies, and we got to travel through Italy and Greece. From there, we took a train. We began the journey to Luxembourg to start school. It was a really long trip. You know, it was like a full day. You're taking trains all the way from Italy up to Luxembourg. So we get. Get there pretty tired, but we have to go straight to the chateau to meet our host family. I remember standing in the parking lot and cars would pull in. All the students were there, and our host families would come to get us. I saw this really nice Jaguar pull in the parking lot. A man with blonde hair gets out. He kind of has this swagger. And I find out that that's the host family I'm staying with. And it turns out he used to be the captain of the Luxembourg football team or soccer team. He was a bit of a celebrity in Luxembourg. He picks me up and we drive back. And he lived outside of this small village called Diffre Donge. He shows me to the room, and it's a separate door to get up to this apartment I'll be staying in. Pretty quickly, I drop my bags down, ask them where the train station is. It's a bit of a walk, so I walked there in my haste to walk to the train station originally from my host family's house, I did not write down the address. End up taking a train into Luxembourg City. All the students, we were going to congregate there at this bar named Scott's, which is where we often went just to celebrate arriving and starting to get to know each other. We're on this cusp of this, like, great experience studying abroad in Europe. So we're really excited. That night went really well. Made some new friends, got to know people, had one or two beers, closed the bar down. It was well after midnight. Some of the students were actually staying in Luxembourg City, and then some were staying in these villages outside of it, closer to the chateau, like me. We all hiked to the train station. We started the train ride back, and with each stop, some of the kids were getting off, some of the students saying goodbye, heading to their new home with their host family. Over time, probably 45 minutes or an hour, almost everyone had gotten off. And then I realized I was the last one on the train. At this point. It was well after 1am It'd been a long trip already, you know, from Italy, and then just all this excitement. I Was just really tired and ended up falling asleep. When I woke up, I was all alone on the train and realized I had obviously missed my stop. Initially, I just assumed I could get off of the next stop and catch a train going back the other way. But the train went on for quite some time before I ended up stopping. Eventually it slowed down and I got off at the next stop not knowing where I was. Later I would learn I took the train into Belgium. The train stop, it was a little stop. It wasn't huge. There's like a small outbuilding where people could wait and, you know, benches, things like that. And it was just out in the middle of nowhere. It was pitch black. There were no street lights, no sounds. There's no one I could just walk up to and politely tap on the shoulder or just say, excuse me, hey. I think I missed my stop. Like, where are we? There was no one there. I started walking into the town. I couldn't read the signs pre smartphones, so there's really no way for me to search where I was or use gps. And this place was shut down. Everyone was inside. It was middle of the night. Nothing was open, no gas stations like we know it in the US and so I walk around 45 minutes or an hour just thinking, there's got to be someone I can talk to and find out where I am. I find no one. Even if I did find someone, like, I really didn't know where to tell them to take me. I didn't write down my host family's name. I didn't have the address. I only knew how to get from that train stop to my host family's house. I knew that walk. I'd at least done it once. Hopefully I could do it in reverse. I ended up walking back to this train stop, thinking, hey, maybe eventually a train will come back. But at this point, it's two or three in the morning, maybe later, there aren't any more trains coming. So I thought, okay, I guess I could just reverse the route here and walk down the train tracks for, I don't know, hours or whatever it take until I recognize the train stop. And I probably walked 100 yards down the track, and it was just pitch black. I couldn't even see my hand. I thought, this is really stupid. I really don't know how long I'd been on the train. I mean, it could be miles. So I turned back and I walked back to this little train stop. I'm sitting there thinking. I literally don't know what to do. All the things in my head of how I can solve a problem and how I can get myself out of this were dwindling. At some point, I looked up and there was a man standing over me. He appeared to be late 40s, early 50s, pretty unremarkable features, pretty normal looking. He was dressed pretty plainly, just regular jeans and a shirt. He just looked at me and he said, what's wrong? And that's all he said. How did he sneak up on me? I was in the middle of nowhere. You could hear a pin drop. There was absolutely no sound. There weren't crickets, There weren't what we think of night sounds. It was just extremely quiet. It was impossible that someone could walk up on me and me not hear it. I'd hear his footsteps approaching. I had been fortunate to travel overseas into Europe several times. I think this was my third. And I was pretty good at picking out accents. His accent, I could tell from just those few words, was not American, wasn't British, wasn't Canadian. I couldn't even pick out the region like Eastern European. I don't understand or recognize where he's from. I felt very vulnerable. I'm in the middle of nowhere and this man is just staining over me. I answered him very honestly. I said, I'm lost and I don't know where I am. That's all I said. He just looks back at me, this very, just neutral reaction, and he says, follow me. He turns around and immediately starts walking away, Starts walking into the dark. He did not turn around to see if I was following him. I couldn't think of any other options. And I get up and I start following him. I could have said, where am I following you to? Where are we going? What's your name? How did you find me? But I didn't say anything. I'm walking behind the sky in silence. And we walk into the parking lot. There is a single car. I did not hear a car come into the parking lot. I didn't see headlights. There was absolutely no sound. Really caught off guard that there's even a car there. I did not notice one before when I originally came in. And I was scanning again, looking for any signs of life or people. And I would have noticed a car. He walks up to the driver's side door, starts getting in again. He has not made eye contact with me at all. He finally looks at me and he says, get in. And he doesn't say it in a malicious way. It's not, you better get in or something bad's gonna happen. And I thought okay. And I got in. I didn't answer him. I have not said anything else to him. He just looks straightforward. Turns the car on, we back out. He turns the headlights on and we drive out of the parking lot. I should have said, where are we going? Can I give you information on where I think I need to go? Some details to give him to help him navigate where I'm going. But I don't say anything. I just stay quiet. I think it's a lot that I'm taking in. It's very late. He's looking forward and driving. I'm sitting next to this total stranger wondering, what is going on? Where am I going? No one would recommend getting in a car with a stranger who you don't know in the middle of the night in a foreign country. But that's what I did. After a few minutes, the circumstances and it just being very late. I was so tired, I fell asleep in his car. If anyone has been under general anesthesia or has had surgery, that feeling of, okay, I'm awake one moment, and the next moment, like it's just lights out. It was like that. Eventually, I feel an arm on my shoulder gently shaking me. And I woke up and blinked a few times and got my bearings. It all rushed back to me, the situation I was in. This was not a dream. This was real and this was happening. I look over and I see the man. He kind of looks at me, and then he looks past me. He's looking through the window, and he just says, here you are. I look over. I recognize it. It's the front door of my host family house. And I kind of look back at him, and then I look back at the door and I look back at him almost in disbelief. He has driven me from Belgium to Luxembourg without knowing who I am. And he took me right to the front door. I thought, I'm going to get out of here quick. I got out of the car, look around. I walk around the side to where the door is that leads up to the apartment I'm staying in. And I go in. It was unlocked. Walk upstairs. There's my bag. There are my things that I had left. It really happened. He really took me there. Get in bed and go to sleep. The next morning, I wake up and I'm trying to process everything that happened. I realize again I'd given him absolutely no information. He knew nothing about me. We said very few words together. I kicked myself in the moment for not asking, like, how? How did you know where to take me? How did we get here? I didn't give you any information. How would you have known to take me here? But I didn't. I just got out of the car. I was just so tired. My brain was trying to process what was happening and I couldn't think of any sort of rational explanation. This man supernaturally knew where to take me and helped get me out of a very difficult spot. I don't think this man just happened to be walking around outside this train station randomly, you know, at 3:30 in the morning or just out for a stroll in his car and then randomly decided to pull into this train station. It's a series of completely unexplainable events.