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I feel ya. A few weeks ago, I saw the aftermath of a semi falling over in the other lane and smashing into a red truck. With this being a mile from my house and with me always having a fear for semis, that really scared me 'cuz that easily could have been me. I saw no bodies, but I feel like that it would have been better off for everyone involved if they were visible. You could tell everything had just happened, because the police weren't there and I didn't see them coming until I went another four or five miles (and the station is about seven or eight miles away from the site). I prayed they were all alright, and that I hope to never be in an accident like that, especially with a semi.
Later that day, I found out the man in the red truck died. They recently put up a cross in the grass beside the scene of the accident (where there's still a big burnt spot on the road). Just the scene of it has scared me so much, yet really has helped me apprieciate life more and not letting me take much of anything for granted. I hope that never happens to any of you as much as I hope that never happens to me.
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"We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, therefore, is not an act, but a habit."
--Aristotle
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