The first woman talked about her son who was killed when his motorcycle was hit by a guy who decided to get wasted on a Sunday afternoon and drive his truck down a back road he thought no one else would be on. He was wrong that day.
The second woman was hit head on, forcing the engine of her Jeep into her chest. She was 8 ½ months pregnant. She survived — her baby, Dean, did not.
I sat in my seat and just listened. I felt empty. Guilty. Helpless. But most of all, I felt lucky.
I get another chance. I don’t have to live with what it feels like to end a life.
I don’t have to face myself every day knowing I’m the reason those left behind can barely face the day. I get to make a choice the next time. Not everybody gets a next time.
Think about how lucky you are the next time you have a choice.
That is all.