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I am posting this from the LA Times (it's a happy ending but it's going to make you cry your eyes out):

(sorry about the ad, I don't know how to get rid of it)

He thought he was going to die.

He was having trouble breathing. As he lay wedged under a train seat and metal debris, with whatever energy he could summon and a heartbreaking economy of words, he scrawled a farewell in blood on the seat. "I ♥ my kids. I ♥ Leslie," he printed. The blood ink seemed to be running out as he got to the second sentence.

     

       Capt. Robert Rosario, the firefighter who discovered that message, later choked up as he related the story for TV cameras.

Of all the images, sad or brave, pulled from the mangled wreckage of Wednesday's Metrolink train disaster, few captivated people more than this finger-painted testament of love. And none was more mysterious.

Who is the message writer? What happened to him? Who is Leslie?

Everyone wants to know. L.A. Fire Department spokesman Brian Humphrey said that the department has been inundated with inquiries — "about 700 calls," he said Thursday — from people who simply want to know who he is and how he is doing.

The mystery messenger was admitted to Los Angeles County-USC Medical Center, which received more than 100 phone calls from the public asking about him. "They mainly wanted to tell him that their prayers are with him," said hospital spokeswoman Adelaida De La Cerda.

He was discharged late Thursday and declined requests to talk with the media, she said.

This much is known: Leslie is his wife. And his name is John. And he may not want the rest of the world to know even that much about him — no matter how much people crave that and more.

"I'm a private person," he said in a statement the hospital released for him, "and the message that I wrote was a private message to my wife and my kids because I didn't think I was going to make it."

Los Angeles Fire Department Capt. Carlos Calvillo said he understood why even strangers were moved.

"The fact that this guy in this situation had the amount of love he had for his family, and for him to realize 'I'm possibly going to die here' — how could any words explain it?" asked Calvillo, who watched as one of the rescuers speaking before the cameras choked up during his account of John's rescue.

"That moved firefighters as big and tough as we are," Calvillo said. "We're big teddy bears. It tremendously affected the guys in the 27th."

Firefighters from a search and rescue unit at Los Angeles Fire Station 27 crawled through a rip in the wall of the second passenger car of the northbound train, which was tilted at an angle. They pulled out two bodies. But someone had told them there was a survivor who needed help. They found John trapped in the rubble of metal debris and seat material.

Clad in a pullover sweater and slacks, John looked about 6 feet, 4 inches tall, maybe 250 pounds, maybe in his 40s, Rosario recalled. John was in shock.

"I can see why he thought he wasn't going to make it," Rosario said. "He said his ribs were hurting and he was bleeding from below the waist." His legs and back hurt as well, he told the firefighters. Rosario looked at him and figured the injured man had no idea when or if he would be extricated.

John also was having difficulty breathing, possibly because of injuries to his ribs. But he had no large, traumatic wounds. In fact, some rescuers had wrapped a towel around his bloodied head and moved on, looking for other survivors.

"It was clear to me he was going to make it," Rosario said.

Three firefighters from the 27th — Travis Warford, Richard Hernandez and Todd Sands — worked to cut through the twisted metal and free the man. Rosario kept a wary eye out for any movement of the listing car.

They asked his name. They joked with him a little, to take his mind off his pain and fear. "We told him we would give him a souvenir from the crash," Warford said with a chuckle.

Using the "jaws of life" extraction tool, the firefighters removed the debris that pinned John. Rosario whipped off the seat that had been pressing against his body. That's when he saw the sad and bloody message.

"Did you write this?" Rosario asked him.

John didn't answer.

Rosario asked him his wife's name. Leslie, he said.

The firefighter asked him how many children he had. Three, he said. John choked up a little. So did Rosario.

The firefighter held the object that bore what John feared would be his last words. "If I could give you this seat," Rosario told him, "I would."

The rescuers quickly placed John on a backboard and carried him out of the train. Their work had taken no more than 20 minutes.

Although John has declined, so far, to speak with the media, he has contacted Fire Department officials. He wants to talk to the firefighters who cut him out of the wreckage and turned what he thought would be a final message to his wife and children into a public tribute of love.

"Whether it's a week from now or a month from now," said Calvillo, "we're going to arrange to have him meet the guys who rescued him."