In a story that has touched every part of America, freight train engineering is now the art of the possible.

Now, with the rise of the internet, it has become even more critical for our country to learn how to build a reliable, safe, and efficient freight train.

Today, I want to share my story and how I went from the youngest person to an engineer on the nation’s most advanced railroad.

I am the youngest freight train driver in the world.

I grew up on a farm in northern Michigan, which has a population of about 1,000 people.

My parents owned a small family business that sold homemade bread.

They built and delivered a series of trains that were used on routes between their home and a community college.

I also started working at the family farm.

A year later, I was transferred to a new farm in upstate New York where I would have to learn the ropes of the railroad trade.

My first day as a train engineer, I walked into a packed freight train that was headed toward a major construction site.

When I saw the lights on, I knew it was a serious job.

It took about a month for the company to hire me.

We began to build the locomotive at the beginning of January 1970.

The railroad needed an extra locomotive for its next construction run and had asked me to take over the job of running the engine.

The next few months were filled with work.

The trains were designed to be very safe.

They had a wide track, wide axles, and good traction.

I started making sure the train was moving as fast as it could.

Then the company decided to run a safety inspection of the locomotives in the early 1980s.

They found a problem with a section of the engine that was in the way of the work.

They decided to replace it, but not until I was 35 years old.

In my 30s, I started taking the job seriously.

I had an engineer’s license, and I knew that I was going to be an engineer.

The job was very difficult, but I did it anyway.

By the time I turned 40, I had developed a great deal of respect for the engineers I worked with.

The next year, a team of engineers from other companies arrived to help me with the job.

The company had put a large order for the new locomotive in my name, and it was one of the most difficult projects in the history of the company.

I would work 24-hour shifts, and the company was not able to pay overtime.

I worked nights and weekends, and had to spend a lot of time with my family.

Throughout this time, I learned a lot about the work that goes into running a freight rail line.

Every day, I would make sure that I prepared the train for the next day.

I built the tracks, laid the rails, and tested them out.

After the company had completed the project, I got the chance to sit in on the first full engineering meeting.

I was so nervous, but then I heard the sound of a whistle.

It was the engineer who told me the problem was fixed.

I got a lot out of it.

While the job was moving along, I met with the engineer from the other company to ask about the company’s next order.

I told him about my experience as a freight engineer.

He told me that it would take about two months for the engine to get the new rail and that it was now being tested for leaks and corrosion.

There were three other companies involved in this project.

I remember being at the meeting with the other engineers, and a few minutes later, the new engine was delivered.

All of a sudden, it was clear that this was the job I wanted.

It had been a long time since I had taken a job like this, and now it was my turn to become the next big thing.

I immediately started planning.

Since the first day, my work has included building new locomotive cabins for freight trains, and testing the locomotes to make sure they were working as intended.

I am now working on a new locomotor that will replace the aging one that I built.

On my first day on the job, I ran into a woman named Mary.

She was a passenger in a freight car that was going from New York to Chicago.

She was standing in the backseat of the freight car.

She had just finished her lunch when she was hit by a freight truck.

It was only her third accident in her life.

She told me about the accident and how it affected her life forever.

As I was standing there with Mary, I noticed that the locomotor was not functioning properly.

But I was able to make my way through the crowd and onto the train.

I looked at the clock on the dashboard.

It read 5:36