A few weeks ago I spent some time over the course of a few days chatting to a lady and during one conversation she mentioned going to the cemetary to visit the grave of "her baby".

 

I commiserated but was really choked when she said her daughter was 18 when she was killed along with her friend when driving her car. She went on to say "the car skidded on a wet road and hit a wall...."

 

I didn't say it but............ you don't "skid" and hit a wall and you don't get killed along with your friend if you're driving at a normal, sensible speed?



It's life Jim, but not as WE know it.
Live long and prosper.