When Worlds Collide
Just yesterday there were 11 more teens living, breathing, doing, being, than there is today. Regardless of who they were, they had someone who cared for them. Loved them. Needed them. And yet, they threw this unconditional love out of the window of their car while cruising down the same street they’ve known for years, The road they thought they knew better than the back of their left hand and threw it instead into their phone, The selfish glass box that is thought to give people life and expression rather than take it away. Teenagers rob themselves of their youth, of giving and receiving love, of having a chance to simply do something or be someone, just to send a simple message that can wait. This teen, who thinks that they have everything under control, who never imagined anything bad could happen to them, who never thought they would become a statistic, crashes into another in an intersection. Just as fast as the message they sent a second before travels from the thin air to another person, their life and another’s is gone. Their worlds have collided, and such a collision never goes unnoticed. Their families mourn together, friends see a missing seat in class the next day and are reminded by the school announcements promoting safe driving who they lost. They have become a statistic. They have become one of the 4000 teens who lose their lives in crashes each and every year. We have to think; Where will the statistics end? How can we get young people to realize that the risks they take will affect the person driving on the other side of the street, The child playing in their front yard who will be afraid to drive because of what they witnessed when they were only 7, The mother who has to lose the life they have been raising for years? Worlds don’t simply collide; they collapse.