Thank You, Pamela, for putting into words what I felt a year ago in Madison, Wisconsin, when my wife and I left my cousin’s visitation at a Funeral Parlor, only to travel a block towards home where a lovely young woman, out for an evening stroll, was struck while in a marked crosswalk. She was clearly crossing legally, with the pedestrian walk light in her favor, within the marked crosswalk.

An inebriated driver, running a red light turned left into the crosswalk and gunned the engine to hit the vulnerable pedestrian. It was not his first offense; nor his second, nor third. The victim was a lovely young person, beloved by boyfriend, parents, co-workers and employer; the kind of person who comes to the aid of others.

An off-duty nurse administrated CPR through her own tears. The police performed admirably as did the EMT’s. All witnesses and officials on the scene were shaken; many in tears. My wife and I drove the thirty miles home in disbelief and with wet faces. We prayed silent prayers, hugged our pet dogs and each other and tried to sleep.

The offending driver, remorseless, admitted that he had tried to hit the victim. He will live to endanger innocents again. He stilled a shy, lovely, caring, nature and life loving person who will never be with us again. Instead we have him to beware of.

Thank you, Pamela, for your loving, caring words and for your loving actions. There are no heroes in any of this; just people, helping other people, in sickness and in health. May the innocent victims be forever remembered by those who came in contact with them and may you always be blessed…