I quickly got absorbed in the hype because I travel the Beltway to get to work. I needed to know exactly where the accident was, how soon the road be cleared, how long I should expect my commute to be, you know, all the things that mattered to me.
But there was a major part of this story that no one was talking about, that no one seemed to care much about.
The truck driver died. And it was barely mentioned.
I never heard his name.
We hear stories like and instead of shedding tears over a man whose life has been lost, instead of sympathizing and emphasizing with a family's loss, we're concerned about what this means to our morning commute.
I'm ashamed of us. I'm ashamed of myself.
Is this what we've come to? I pray not.