To the young driver who drifted into my lane one recent evening: As you were texting on your smart phone, I know you wouldn't have intended to injure or kill me and my grandchildren. But ... your intent wouldn't matter much to my surviving family.
The year after I graduated high school, a classmate of mine ran over and killed a 2-year-old in front of my apartment. It didn't matter that she didn't mean it. It didn't matter that her family was prominent in our town. The child was still dead, two families grieved the tragedy, and regrets could not turn back time.
I suspect there isn't a day in this classmate's life that she hasn't seen this child's mangled body and heard the mother's anguished screams.
You haven't lived long enough yet to realize that a seemingly small wrong choice you make can have devastating consequences. But many people experience this every day. You are playing Russian roulette with your life and others every time you text and drive.
Choose wisely now.