Late this morning, THGGM and I were driving down 28th St.
THGGM was explaining to me the finer points of stain removal when one cannot locate the 'Shout' stick. Our conversations tend to turn to things like this when we have spent an inordinate amount of time alone, together.
We came upon an accident.
It was obvious that it was a VERY BAD accident.
EMTs were attending to a body in the road.
Police were swarming. The scene was being photographed. Witnesses were in a huddle on the side of the street.
We drove passed, but we were not unchanged.
An indelible impression has stained our memory.
Someone died.
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They haunt a person - those little seeings we come upon where we don't know the story but only see the tableau.
I saw that on the news and I immediately thought of the few people I see around Wyoming on their bikes. There's one guy who always seems to have a garbage bag full of cans or something and on the news they showed that. It's sad to think a life can end so quickly. I remember years ago coming up on an accident where a little girl and her mother were hit by a car (they were on their bikes). The little girl was killed and it affected me for a LONG time. I still wish I had been in a position to stop and help. I didn't have anything to offer but prayer so that's what I did.
I felt this same way when a Good Samaritan coming to the aid of a woman under attack was murdered down our street a year or so ago. Do you know, to this day his blood still stains the driveway, no matter how much or how often it's been sprayed down?
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