I guess I’m just another statistic.
Leaving for home on May 18, 2008, after my graduation from Muhlenberg College, with my parents and a car full of everything I owned, was one of the better feelings of my life.
I had a dream job lined up with Habitat for Humanity. My longtime college boyfriend, Steve, was going to live with his parents for a year to save money. Then we’d move in together, knowing at some point a proposal, a wedding, children and a whole wonderful life would unfold for us. My parents had never been so proud of me.
That usual 90-minute trip home ended up taking months.
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Maybe it’s time for a change, because while my wreck might be just another set of numbers in some ledger, I sure don’t feel like a statistic. I feel like a person whose life was permanently damaged by someone else’s bad and preventable decision.
I wonder how other statistics feel?
Hang up and drive.
