A Soul Lost To a Car Accident

Paul Walker's Car Reportedly Going Upwards of 100 MPH

According to CNN the car that was carrying Paul Walker when he crashed and died was going upwards of 100 MPH. Excessive speed kills.

One only needs to drive on an LA freeway to know this.

Why people continue to do it, I don't know.

Keep it on the tracks. Not around children and innocent loved ones.

Hopefully his sad passing as well as his friend will resonate with some people who enjoy speeding.

The actor's body was badly burned "and in a pugilistic stance. His right wrist was fractured and his left arm was fractured," the report said. Rodas was also described as in "a pugilistic" -- or defensive -- position.

Walker suffered fractures of his left jawbone, collarbone, pelvis, ribs and spine, the report said.

Rodas "rapidly died of severe blunt head, neck and chest trauma," the report said.

 

Conversing With People About Car Crashes

More than 1,000 children and young adults are killed in car crashes. [youtube=http://youtu.be/3MKVtsLkGOc]

"She hit my daughter with her 5,000 pound SUV." That resonates.

Every day.

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Every single day.

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And yet we are accepting this as OK. Bring up the conversation with your family over Thanksgiving. I'm curious to hear what they'd say. Do they blame car crashes on luck, fate, other bad drivers? Ask them if they speed. Do they text and drive? Do they think everyone on the road is a jerk?

I actually like most people. I'd say I like 99.9% of people I meet.

For as many poor judgements I see taken on the road I remind myself I would probably enjoying talking to the person behind the wheel.

Let's start talking about this.

And make it so that 1,000 children and young adults are not dying every day in car crashes.

Fix The Toaster

****originally wrote this on August , 2010. Today I wore my dead friend's dress, all day, with the tags still attached.

This dress has hung in my closet for a little over two years.  Since the day I, being the first person to enter her apartment after she died, found the dress hanging in her closet.

I've always eyed it, tried it on and taken it off. It's a sexier little piece then I normally wear. She teased me that I needed to dress sexier, show off more skin. Today, I decided to wear it. The Old Navy tag that told me she paid $34 dollars for it hung in the back and I wore an open mens button down all day, unbottened over it to hide the tag.

$34.

She died when she was 33, two weeks before her 34th birthday which would have been on May 13th 2008.

In January of 2008 I began writing politicians and news people trying to sell them on the fact that I believe too many people were dying in car accidents. I always ended saying I was lucky not to know anyone who had died in an automobile accident. She used to get mad at me saying I invited trouble sometimes by talking or worrying about things.

She died at 6:18PM on May 1st, my husband's 40th birthday. I had put my son to bed at 6:00PM then thought of her and our last dinner out together in Silver Lake(where we would go to look at hot guys with long hair), she told me I should take time to do special things together with my husband.

I was angry at him and tired as we had both been vomiting all week with the stomach bug and he'd been miserable about turning 40 anyways. But I thought of what she said and I brought a cupcake up to him a little after 6PM.

From my window I can see the freeway she died on.

Every night I look out onto the 101 and wonder how could she possibly have gone fast enough to have hit the Jersey barrier, flipped and stopped facing traffic. The site they must have seen.

The windshield came out and went right into her forehead and the steering wheel impacted her chest. Hard.

So hard.

She was running late to a catering gig. She was beautiful. Sweet. The bravest, prettiest woman I've ever met. By far.

Every year around 40,000 people die in the USA alone in car accidents.

That's fucking stupid. If you want my opinion.

When she died the news headline said something like "Traffic snarled for miles due to traffic fatality." As if her death was nothing more then an annoyance to other commuters trying to get home that night.

If the toaster killed 40,000 people annually we would all step back, unplug it then say, "Let's Fix the Toaster."