My friend’s son was killed last night. He was hit by a car while riding his bicycle, and soon found by police responding to a 911 call at 11:46 PM. He was twenty years old. The driver of the car that struck him remained at the scene and waited for help to arrive. He told police that he had hit the bicycler. According to the Stamford Advocate, "A criminal investigation is ongoing," however, I was told by the family that the driver was thought to be intoxicated and has yet to be arrested.
Mothers Against Drunk Driving estimate that on average a person is killed every 40 minutes by a drunk driver. 3 in every 10 people will be in an alcohol related car crash at sometime in there lives and I know the majority of those reading this post have been, and if not, will be.
I often self dissect and pull apart my own psyche in hopes to better understand what the hell is going on in life. I’m am constantly having these realizations of inner discovery that have me questioning my own actions, but, nothing is like hearing the sound of a mother cry out and ask you why. Why is my son dead? Because there is no justifiable reason, and no helpful answer.
Be careful.
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