We lost another one. That’s two kids in my five years killed in traffic accidents.
Will you (speaking to those who don’t) flipping people watch where the hell you’re going? How the hell does a sober motorcycle rider hit a twelve-year-old in the middle (she didn’t step off the curb in front of him) of a wide, straight street in broad daylight?
Yesterday was hard, but when I got home I managed to submerge it. Today I can’t stop thinking about it. I feel beaten bloody, scraped raw, and angry as hell.
Honestly, what is the goddamn hurry? Why is it so hard to figure out that a car, a motorcycle, can be a lethal weapon and should be operated with the same care any reasonable person would show a loaded gun?
No one wants to run over a kid (or anyone else). But do you really think time is going to stop and God is going to lean down to ask, “hey, are you sure you want to drive that fast/drink that coffee/play with your iPod at this particular intersection? Something bad could happen right here if you don’t be careful.”
If you’re old enough to drive, you’re old enough to know we don’t always get second chances. Please, please, PLEASE, think about what you’re doing when driving!