Cars = bad

Today, while driving back from the video store, I witnessed a car crash. Well, I didn't witness it taking place, just the wreckage of one. It was so awful that I had to look the other way. I didn't pause to observe all that was there, to try and place the clues to determine what had happened. All I saw was the minivan that had knocked a traffic light over and the front engine portion of the van had been twisted and bent entirely into non-existence from the impact.

The fire truck was arriving as I drove past, then the ambulance, then a police car and another. The sound of every approaching siren reminded me of my mortality. I could've very easily been in that van, I could've been driving that van. I remember the first car crash I witnessed while driving; I didn't drive for weeks after that. And I don't want to drive now.

We don't realize the power we have when we get behind the wheel. I'll just have to keep reminding myself that it's better to arrive late than to not arrive at all.