You might have seen the story on the news. It was the story about the cyclists that were hit by a car in Grand Prairie.
I was on my way to pick up the kids from my mom's house. I thought I was driving around a car accident. I was half right. The bicycle was totally torn apart and there was a lady curled up on the road. She had her helmet on, but it couldn't saver her. The left side of her body was scraped up and bleeding. Her hair was bright red with blood. She didn't move at all. It was as if someone picked her up off of the bicycle and placed her on the ground in the same position and then smashed the bicycle to pieces. I didn't stop. Someone was calling 911, and there was a small crowd forming. I stopped at the stop sign and while I was saying a prayer, the police car drove by. I prayed that she would survive, and I prayed for her family. I will never speed through a residential neighborhood again. No matter what time of day, no matter if I am the only one on the street.
4 comments:
agh, that sucks. what an awful thing to have to witness.
omg, you just made me cry. I am so sorry.
I didn't mean to make you cry. I had never been there when someone died. Of course, I had been to funerals, but not like this.
That's awful - remember when you and i saw that little girl get hit by a truck on cooper? that was traumatic -- i can't even imagine what you must have felt when you saw this lady
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