I heard the initial call. From the very first, I knew this was no standard call. My heart hurt. I knew more than one life would be changed.
While I tend to find solace in listening to the scanner, once in a while the news isn’t reassuring. Is it worth it? No idea. 99% of the time, I know that the sirens I hear culminate in a positive outcome.
And I know I live in a small town — each day I hear yet another person I know. Very small town. But the wonderful folks protecting us? They know we are a small town. (I know.) They know us (I know). And they know that we know us (I know).
My heart aches. But I trust my officers. A teen boy made a mistake. An awful, terrible mistake. I know that this is a mistake that is not one that is one that can be tossed aside. A young man has done something that has ended a life and changed the lives of two children. What can he ever do to fix this??
Drive like your life, and the lives of everyone, depends on it.
Whether a novice teen driver or an experienced middle-aged woman, as in my case, mistakes come in all forms. And the impact to lives is deep and permanent. Heartbreaking, indeed.