(SEVENTEEN) DECEMBER 14
Sometimes, I think about what I would have done to the driver of that 16-wheeler if I ever saw him. Would I tell him about what he did to my mother? About how he broke her leg, her arm, and three of her rips? About how she sustained a head injury so bad that the doctors questioned whether there would be permanent damage? Or maybe I would tell him about how she was in the hospital for three months because of his mistake, running a red light and hitting a city bus at over 60 miles per hour?
I like to think that I'd hit him, hard.
But I probably wouldn't say or do anything at all.
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