Two nights ago a 71 year old man was driving south on the road that T's at the end of our street and two motorcyclists flew up behind him, also traveling south. The man believed they were a truck and pulled over to the shoulder to let it pass. One of the motorcyclists was passing him on the left, but one was attempting to pass him on the right shoulder, hit his car and both people on the cycle died.
We heard all the hubbub, but didn't know what happened until we saw it on the news before bed. I went to bed thinking about the families of these people. I knew one had died at the scene at that point, the 19 year old girl on the back. The 22 year old driver hit a tree and died at the hospital. It was strange and awful to think of a life ending right there at the end of our street while we sat in our living room watching television. The poor man who had to witness it all and be a part of that.
I also thought of all the really stupid and sometimes downright bad things I did at that age and have to wonder why some people make it through and are given a chance to grow and mature and become more careful and attentive to the subtleties of life...and some people are cut short at such a young reckless age. The phrase "there but for the grace of God go I" ran through my head that night.