Sunday night a 20 year old kid drove himself into the power pole at the bottom of our hill. Witnesses said he was flooring it down the lake road, possibly fleeing from an accident further down the road, came upon the activity at the crosswalk/intersection there and ended up into the power pole. I was just coming home from work and came upon the accident just as the first aid cars were arriving. The pick up was one with the pole. The crash was heard ‘round the neighborhood and people were coming out of their houses to figure out what was happening. The child (for he was someone’s child) died on impact. That pole is what saved the people in the crosswalk and others nearby. There are a lot of unsettled feelings about the accident. This and the events of the last week keep slapping me in the face with a reminder of how fragile we are….how fragile we are.
This morning (Tuesday) there were flowers at the base of the power pole. Just as I passed, this from Sting was coming over my iPod. I was stunned with the synchronicity of the timing of that song.
"Fragile"
This morning (Tuesday) there were flowers at the base of the power pole. Just as I passed, this from Sting was coming over my iPod. I was stunned with the synchronicity of the timing of that song.
"Fragile"
If blood will flow when flesh and steel are one
Drying in the colour of the evening sun
Tomorrow's rain will wash the stains away
But something in our minds will always stay
Perhaps this final act was meant
To clinch a lifetime's argument
That nothing comes from violence and nothing ever could
For all those born beneath an angry star
Lest we forget how fragile we are
On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from a star like tears from a star
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are how fragile we are
On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from a star like tears from a star
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are how fragile we are
How fragile we are how fragile we are
(Sting, and The Police)
(Sting, and The Police)
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