Driving down from cottage country on a recent weekend, an older sedan full of kids blew by us older, slower and more experienced drivers. Within a half-hour, I could see cars stopped by the side of the road and a car the sedan that had flown by overturned in the ditch.
People were rushing to help. Bodies were strewn everywhere, some already covered in blood-stained blankets.
In an instant, I was emotional ketchup.
The tragic stupidity. The loss to families. The willingness of people to help after the fact.