Distractions v. Lives

Macy L

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Each day is the same. You get in the car, you drive. You slip a few seconds of phone time in as you head down the road, letting your attention shift to something “more pressing”. It’s a text from your friend, unimportant, but pretty funny. You go to respond, but you quickly check the road ahead of you first. All clear. As you type, you don’t notice that you’ve ran a red light. Out of the corner of your eye, you see something head straight at you. You look up and drop your phone. Suddenly, everything seems to slow down. It’s as if your body is the only thing moving at a regular pace. You watch, horrified, as the car to your right barrels toward you, but in slow motion. You see the driver’s face as they come at you; they too look absolutely frightened. “I’m sorry!” You scream to them. The person sheds a few tears as they grip the wheel in front of them. “I had so many things to look forward to in my life,” they sobbed. You gulp, feeling a guilt so deep you forget how to speak for a moment. “I was distracted,” you confess. The person wipes a tear from their face. “Was it more important than my life and yours?” You shake your head, noticing how close the car was getting. “No. It wasn’t,” you say. Suddenly, everything resumes back to its original pace, and the cars collide devastatingly. FLASH. You’re back in your car, driving down the same road. You get a text from your friend, but something crosses your mind, causing you to hesitate. It felt like a memory, but it didn’t matter. The face of a frightened person is the only thing you see. You remember the conversation you had with them. The thought hits you. How important are the lives of others on the road? Are they more important than what could be a meaningless text? Yes.