We're not immortal.
We lost one of our customers last night. Well, he wasn't just a customer. In Pamplico, everybody knows everybody, or at least their parents, brothers, something.. A guy I went to school with, Michael, his brother Josh got into a really bad accident Tuesday night. He was going around a hundred mph, tried to go around one of his friends, saw another car coming, and swerved back into his lane. I guess he ran off the side of the road and over-corrected, because he put his truck up on one wheel, and flipped it. Before it flipped, though, it threw him out the windshield, and his head hit the road about three times. Broke all the bones in his face, both arms, both legs, pelvis, collapsed both lungs, and gave him severe head trauma. The EMTs thought he was already dead ( I talked to them when they came to the store for gas ), because they were going to call it, when they saw him still breathing.
There was hope for a couple of days, because his blood pressure was coming up, and his kidneys were starting to work again ( they'd failed ), but they were waiting on the results of the brain scan to let them know the extent of the damage. It come back yesterday, and he was at 95% brain dead, and then passed away around 10:20 or so last night. He was only 22.
It scares me that this is how these young kids ( yeah, I talk like I'm ninety, but.. I've got kids of my own ) drive. They drive like .. they're immortal. You're not. They're not. I'm not. If he'd have been wearing his seat belt, he'd have walked away with minor bruising.
So buckle your damn seat belt, slow the hell down, and pay attention to what you're doing. That phone call, text message, whatever can wait.
Once you're gone, that's it. You don't come back.
There was hope for a couple of days, because his blood pressure was coming up, and his kidneys were starting to work again ( they'd failed ), but they were waiting on the results of the brain scan to let them know the extent of the damage. It come back yesterday, and he was at 95% brain dead, and then passed away around 10:20 or so last night. He was only 22.
It scares me that this is how these young kids ( yeah, I talk like I'm ninety, but.. I've got kids of my own ) drive. They drive like .. they're immortal. You're not. They're not. I'm not. If he'd have been wearing his seat belt, he'd have walked away with minor bruising.
So buckle your damn seat belt, slow the hell down, and pay attention to what you're doing. That phone call, text message, whatever can wait.
Once you're gone, that's it. You don't come back.