Impatience Kills

The following is an excerpt from the local news. I left out the details of location, because honestly, those don’t matter. What happened and why, does…

Two women are dead and a man was airlifted to hospital in serious condition after a two-vehicle head-on crash… The westbound SUV was trying to pass another vehicle on the wet single-lane road, where the speed limit is 80 km/h, when the SUV struck the car in the oncoming lane…

Having watched the news report on TV, they showed that the location of the crash was on a double-lined part of the road, where there is a rise. In Ontario, drivers are advised to not pass when there is a single or double solid line on their side of the road.

Having been a driver for where I work for the past two years, and now with my longer drive to work in the morning and back home in the afternoon, I have seen many people doing the same thing as the guy in the SUV, trying to pass where it probably isn’t the best place to pass. In this sad case, it resulted in the death of two women.

Do the guy in the SUV have sirens going, or flashing lights to indicate he may have been a volunteer firefighter? No.

Was the SUV part of a VIP convoy, rushing some VIP to safety? Nope.

Was there an asteroid about to crash into the Earth behind him, and he was driving for his life? Not that I recall.

Was he probably late for work? Maybe.

Was he just impatient and wanted to go faster than the posted limit? Possibly.

Hopefully the police will ask him, while reminding him that he killed two women in the process.

Can you tell I have zero tolerance for shit like this?

Now before you call me Dudley Do-Right, I’ll confess to driving fast. I also pass people when they are not going as fast as I’m comfortable with. But, I am not stupid, reckless, or impatient. I pass when it is safe. I never pass when there is a solid line on my side of the road. And if there is no safe to pass, I’ll slow down and relax. I would rather arrive late, than not arrive at all, or take the lives of someone else because I was impatient.

The thought that someone deemed their life, or even worse, the time they arrive at a certain place, more important than the lives of other people, infuriates me to no end!

The guy in the SUV will have to live with his actions that resulted in the death of two people for the rest of his life. But he’ll have his family and friends there with him. The family of the two women killed will not. They’ll have a gaping hole in the lives where these two women used to be. In my opinion, no amount of suffering and guilt will ever be enough to fix what he took.

So, for all those who drive out there, please think about what you do when behind the wheel. You know enough not to drink and drive (and now, in some places, smoke weed and drive), but you should also be aware of what you do behind the wheel.

Do you really need to pass that vehicle now, or can you wait until it is safe?

What is more important, arriving a little late, or risking the lives of someone else?

Do you really want to live with the thought that your actions have ruined the lives of someone else?

Dire thoughts, to be sure, but they are something to think about before you do something stupid, all because of impatience.


Published by: Sarcasticus Rex

Sarcasticus Rex is the online name of Mark MacKinnon. A Canadian scriptwriter, writer, creator of the Infinatum (short stories, future book series &/or comics/ graphic novels), and occasional blogger. Influences range from Anime to ancient mythology to sci-fi to actual science to conspiracy theories to super-fi (superhero fiction) to social issues and anything in-between.

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