It’s not every day that one sees a dead body. Well, maybe if you’re a coroner or medical student. If you watch CSI regularly, you see ‘em a lot, too. But in real life…really not that often. Typically, just at funerals for most people. That’s why when we saw a woman on the street dead, after getting hit by a car, it makes a pretty strong impression. It was a couple of days ago. Ivan and I were downtown Salt Lake, just got done looking at a lot to dig. We drive down North Temple and see a BUNCH of police lights. I figured it was a car that got pulled over and they found drugs. That’s the usual scene with lots of cops on the road in one spot. Anyway, Ivan wanted to drive by and take a peek. I was thinking that guns would be drawn, so I thought maybe we should pass. Ivan was driving, so down the few blocks we go. There on the street was the body along with a bag of groceries. You couldn’t see anything gory, just the body under the sheet and the feet sticking out. It was just one of those reminders that life is pretty fragile. Here walking along with your groceries in hand. The next minute flattened on the road. You just never know.
The news reports indicate that the car hit the woman in the inside lane no where near a crosswalk. I’m a big fan of crosswalks, especially at night, and even more so on a 5 lane road. I feel bad for the victim and their family. I do wonder however, why she chose to cross there? The crosswalk wasn’t *that* far down the street. I feel even worse for the driver of the car that claimed that she didn’t see her at all. Sure, maybe the driver was exceeding the speed limit. I have no idea if that’s the case or not, but how many of us DO exceed the speed limit every day? Pretty much 99% of us, right? So, there you are, driving along and BLAMO, you hit someone. How much is your life suddenly changed? I’m guessing quite a bit, whether you’re charged with vehicular homicide or not. Just the weight of the emotions with having snuffed someone’s light when you potentially could have avoided it happening. I’m sure you would question everything over and over again. You’d start seeing people in front of your car every time you start the engine. Anytime you step into your car, you’re reminded of that night. Reminded that life is fragile and that you are driving a huge weapon of destruction every day.
So, yeah, it’s not every day you see a dead body. It’s not every day that you get run over. It’s not every day that you kill someone either. Death touches people every day. Maybe this is your lucky day where you won’t be touched, but you just never know.