Dear Driver,
It was a hot one today. Baby and I went to the park for an hour to enjoy the shore breeze, swing, slide, enjoy nature. Our walk home was quiet as she had fallen asleep. Her legs dangling, her bare toes peeking out, swaying gently with the rock of the stroller. I could have been day dreaming. I could have been thinking about work. I could have been creating a mental grocery list. I could have checked out. But, I didn't.
I was taking it all in. The shadows playing across the pavement as that shore breeze tickled the trees. The slight whirring of the right rear wheel on the stroller - should really check that out when I get home. The male cardinal, bright red against the sky, singing from the electrical wire. You car approaching a little too fast for the neighborhood. It was shiny and black. It looked spit polished. It looked fast. You were young. You were in a suit. You were late, or busy, or important. You were looking down. You were texting. You didn't see us. You stopped too late.
But I was taking it all in. So it was OK. You rolled out of the street without a complete stop. You barely looked up. We never made eye contact. You were texting. You would have hit us. I mean her. You were texting. We wouldn't have walked away but you would have. You were texting. My world would have ended there on the shadow speckled pavement. You were texting. Please, sir, stop texting while driving. Before it's too late.
It was a hot one today. Baby and I went to the park for an hour to enjoy the shore breeze, swing, slide, enjoy nature. Our walk home was quiet as she had fallen asleep. Her legs dangling, her bare toes peeking out, swaying gently with the rock of the stroller. I could have been day dreaming. I could have been thinking about work. I could have been creating a mental grocery list. I could have checked out. But, I didn't.
I was taking it all in. The shadows playing across the pavement as that shore breeze tickled the trees. The slight whirring of the right rear wheel on the stroller - should really check that out when I get home. The male cardinal, bright red against the sky, singing from the electrical wire. You car approaching a little too fast for the neighborhood. It was shiny and black. It looked spit polished. It looked fast. You were young. You were in a suit. You were late, or busy, or important. You were looking down. You were texting. You didn't see us. You stopped too late.
But I was taking it all in. So it was OK. You rolled out of the street without a complete stop. You barely looked up. We never made eye contact. You were texting. You would have hit us. I mean her. You were texting. We wouldn't have walked away but you would have. You were texting. My world would have ended there on the shadow speckled pavement. You were texting. Please, sir, stop texting while driving. Before it's too late.
In the United States 9 people are killed EVERY DAY by distracted drivers (CDC http://www.cdc.gov/motorvehiclesafety/distracted_driving/ .)
Texting while driving kills -- please stop.
Texting while driving kills -- please stop.