A little boy died in front of our home this morning.
A little boy died in front of our home this morning.
We were home and heard nothing.
He was hit by a SUV on his way to school.
The police were talking and I heard one tell the other, "So, I heard the driver say, 'he just came out of nowhere.' Both cops shook their heads.
The driver, a woman about 40-50, was sitting in a folding chair about 50 feet away from me surrounded by people who talked with her sympathetically. When the cops lifted her vehicle off the crushed remains of the bike, now a twisted, metal pancake, she finally stopped talking and stood up. She turned and looked in the other direction. There was an unmistakable awkwardness in the group gathered. I couldn't hear what was being said, but it was clear this was a sign to keep moving.
She somehow missed seeing him even though she had a both a stop sign and then a wide road to cross before striking him on our street in front of our house.
It was almost noiseless to those of us home.
He had been entirely crushed under the wheels of a new Ford Expedition.
When the police finally lifted the SUV off the bike, you could barely recognize it. It was a very small two while bike flattened into a twisted, metal pancake. In the road lay a brightly colored bike helmet lying upside down filled with what appeared to be (from 30 feet away at our front door) to be raspberry paint. A long, slender puddle reached from the black and green helmet to our side of the street. A shirt, half covered in blood, lay next to the helmet. A several feet away lay his black backpack.
finally saw what was going on all we could see wrong with her car was her license plate was slightly askew. The evidence of the boy's harm was profoundly graphic and horrific. Not one skid mark, though. He and his bike and the helmet had been crushed. Drivers: Use the stop signs and slow down. Especially during school hours. Slow down.
We were home and heard nothing.
He was hit by a SUV on his way to school.
The police were talking and I heard one tell the other, "So, I heard the driver say, 'he just came out of nowhere.' Both cops shook their heads.
The driver, a woman about 40-50, was sitting in a folding chair about 50 feet away from me surrounded by people who talked with her sympathetically. When the cops lifted her vehicle off the crushed remains of the bike, now a twisted, metal pancake, she finally stopped talking and stood up. She turned and looked in the other direction. There was an unmistakable awkwardness in the group gathered. I couldn't hear what was being said, but it was clear this was a sign to keep moving.
She somehow missed seeing him even though she had a both a stop sign and then a wide road to cross before striking him on our street in front of our house.
It was almost noiseless to those of us home.
He had been entirely crushed under the wheels of a new Ford Expedition.
When the police finally lifted the SUV off the bike, you could barely recognize it. It was a very small two while bike flattened into a twisted, metal pancake. In the road lay a brightly colored bike helmet lying upside down filled with what appeared to be (from 30 feet away at our front door) to be raspberry paint. A long, slender puddle reached from the black and green helmet to our side of the street. A shirt, half covered in blood, lay next to the helmet. A several feet away lay his black backpack.
finally saw what was going on all we could see wrong with her car was her license plate was slightly askew. The evidence of the boy's harm was profoundly graphic and horrific. Not one skid mark, though. He and his bike and the helmet had been crushed. Drivers: Use the stop signs and slow down. Especially during school hours. Slow down.
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