I silently thanked whatever god looked out for teenage boys – thanking that higher power from taking my son in that accident that stole half a dozen other parents children. A school skiing trip – four days of fun away from parents, with friends and only two teachers as chaperons – it had turned into a nightmare. Dozens had been hurt, half of the teens that had went on the trip had been of the fourteen found dead at the scene. Their car having taken the brunt of the train crash.