A few mornings ago, a tractor trailer flipped to it's side on our MAJOR highway, the Beltway. This was the #1 news story that morning, as newscasters reported to the multitude of people who use this road every day how best to maneuver through the streets to avoid the accident. Trust me, this was a really big story that morning and people were listening.
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.
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.
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