*eewww*
I realized when I got into the whole journalism thing that I would probably end up seeing quite a bit more than just your typical person sees in a day. I end up talking to some pretty crazy people and having some pretty silly conversations with people who take themselves way too seriously.
Today was very different. Almost surreal.
I arrived at work just after 8 a.m....the first reporter to the newsroom by chance. I was told about a wreck that happened on Interstate 75 that I needed to go cover, and that a car was pretty smashed up but I didn't know much more than that. I drove out there and took one look at the car and realized that someone must have died there very recently. It looked horrible.
There is a scene from Pulp Fiction that one of the Kentucky State Troopers recalled to me in which Samuel L. Jackson's character is cleaning up the bits of brain and skull from the back of a car. He told me that was the kind of morning he'd had.
I'm not much on blood. I don't donate blood, and I realize this is selfish. I probably would if I thought it was a desperate situation.
I slowly walked toward the car after talking to the troopers. I could see bits of, now frozen from the mid 20s temperatures, the driver remaining on the seat and all about the car. The entire top of the car had been ripped off and was underneath a semi. It was horrible.
That was a 32-year old man. All he had done wrong was fall asleep at the wheel and unfortunately do it at the exact spot where a semi was sitting on the side of the road. He had no chance.
That man had a mother and father. He potentially had a sister and brother, wife, children and friends who cared about him. It was a tragic way for his life to end. I've always hoped that I'll die an old woman...just go to sleep one night and never wake up.
I realize that I'm rambling.
It's just that I know that the mental picture of what I saw today will stick with me for years. It will probably work it's way into my waking dreams and nightmares.
All I can say is that I hope that man lived a life unworthy of such a violent death. I hope he understood his purpose here on earth and that he is able to fulfill it in the hereafter.
R.I.P.
I realized when I got into the whole journalism thing that I would probably end up seeing quite a bit more than just your typical person sees in a day. I end up talking to some pretty crazy people and having some pretty silly conversations with people who take themselves way too seriously.
Today was very different. Almost surreal.
I arrived at work just after 8 a.m....the first reporter to the newsroom by chance. I was told about a wreck that happened on Interstate 75 that I needed to go cover, and that a car was pretty smashed up but I didn't know much more than that. I drove out there and took one look at the car and realized that someone must have died there very recently. It looked horrible.
There is a scene from Pulp Fiction that one of the Kentucky State Troopers recalled to me in which Samuel L. Jackson's character is cleaning up the bits of brain and skull from the back of a car. He told me that was the kind of morning he'd had.
I'm not much on blood. I don't donate blood, and I realize this is selfish. I probably would if I thought it was a desperate situation.
I slowly walked toward the car after talking to the troopers. I could see bits of, now frozen from the mid 20s temperatures, the driver remaining on the seat and all about the car. The entire top of the car had been ripped off and was underneath a semi. It was horrible.
That was a 32-year old man. All he had done wrong was fall asleep at the wheel and unfortunately do it at the exact spot where a semi was sitting on the side of the road. He had no chance.
That man had a mother and father. He potentially had a sister and brother, wife, children and friends who cared about him. It was a tragic way for his life to end. I've always hoped that I'll die an old woman...just go to sleep one night and never wake up.
I realize that I'm rambling.
It's just that I know that the mental picture of what I saw today will stick with me for years. It will probably work it's way into my waking dreams and nightmares.
All I can say is that I hope that man lived a life unworthy of such a violent death. I hope he understood his purpose here on earth and that he is able to fulfill it in the hereafter.
R.I.P.
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