My journal is two
years old tomorrow, Friday March 17th, Woo-hoo. No celebrating
though. I don't go out on National Lampoon's Biggest Holiday. The IQ of
the population drops too low for me. And most bars aren't serving my
drink of choice -- Peach Snapple. Plus there's another reason for
staying indoors.
I worked with a very talented
marketing woman named Donna who also played second base on the same all star
softball team with me. She was a dynamic, take charge, I don't care if you call
me a bitch type person. She was also at the center of a huge scandal
involving a young woman who left the guy she had just married to move
in with her. That was back before you could be a lesbian proudly in
public.
Our clients all loved her creative thinking. She had a lot to do with
shifting the focus in cereals from nothing but taste and crunch to the
healthy benefits of fiber. Americans eat more All Bran and poop way
more often thanks to her.
But she had a fatal flaw. No matter how much we nagged her, she wouldn't wear a seatbelt.
Every time we drove to a client
meeting in Michigan from Chicago, she absolutely refused to buckle up.
When we got into a car with her, there was usually a discussion and she
would always laugh it off. Time after time we told her her she was
making a mistake. But she was who she was, which included being
pigheaded, and she wouldn't put her seat belt on.
One St. Patrick's Day night she was
a passenger in a friend's car, driving on Lake Shore Drive. Out of
nowhere some drunk crossed the median at 55 mph and hit them head on.
Naturally, she wasn't wearing her seat belt. The impact not only caused
her to go through her own windshield, but propelled her through the windshield of the
other car. After almost a week in the hospital with not much hope
of living her life as anything more than a vegetable, she died.
Her friend, on the other hand, walked away from the crash, unscathed. Thanks to her seatbelt.
So I celebrate St. Patrick's Day with a hot corned beef sandwich on rye
for lunch. No excessive beer drinking or random coupling with people
wearing those little green hats. Or with little green people either.
8 comments:
Wow... Thanks for writing that. It's a good entry to remind people both of the dangers of not wearing a seatbelt and drinking. Refreshing read. Thank you.
I'm sorry you had to lose such a spitfire of a person. People like that are so rare...
~Lily
Just remember: pop tarts
Happy Anniversary! I have a friend who doesn't wear seatbelts, either. I tell him he will wear one in my car because I couldn't bear the responsibility of him dying and me living if I am driving. The first time, he thought about it, argued a bit, and then buckled up. I have to remind him every time, but he doesn't argue with me any more. I am now doubly glad I took the time to have that discussion with him.
I am sorry for your loss.
xoxo
Isn't there a law in Illinois that requires both the driver and front seat passenger to wear their belts? Aren't you in Illinois like me? Cuff him. Mrs. L
Happy Birthday to your j, Mrs L. Hope the tantrums and cries of "it's mine, it's mine, it's mine" don't wear you down. Take deep breaths. :p
Losing someone dear is never easy. The knowledge that the outcome of the accident could've been different based on something like a seat belt makes it harder. :(
Anna
Mrs L such a sad way to learn that lesson ~ and with no second chance ~ Wearing seatbelts for all occupants is law in England and you get a hefty fine is caught without them on ~ Ally
I have the same sad feeling around June 28th every year...it's awkward when others are celebrating, and your own thoughts are deep and heavy with the memory of a sudden loss. I can never celebrate July 4th without remembering the night in El Paso, Tx watching the beautiful fireworks from the Dwight D. Eisenhower Army hospital on the side of a mountain, while I waited there for my parents to recover from their injuries. I was alone with them. No one else was there to bear the burden, now a memory that only I remember. Even my parents have forgotten. Seat belts, or the lack of wearing them, may have played a part in the loss of my sister and niece, but so was driving while too tired. The shock of such a loss takes a long time to wear off, but for me it's been almost nine years. Now I can remember without sobbing. Sometimes I do get lost in thought during the last week of June and the first week of July. I am sorry for your loss. In time, the heart does heal. Bea
Americans eat more All Bran and poop way more often thanks to her.
Oh my......what a legacy to leave behind!
The seatbelt issue is just plain sad.
Chris
http://inanethoughtsandinsaneramblings.blogspot.com/
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