A discussion by HockeyDino on Facebook regarding texting while driving brought memories back…
About a year after my divorce, my ex-husband called me and told me I had one week to find and buy a new car because he was taking my Infiniti SUV away from me. It was in his name, his car was being repossessed so he wanted mine.
My parents had to step in. I didn’t have a lot of money and I was trying to support my two small children on a tiny trust fund and an even tinier amount of child support. We were barely getting by.
They bought me the cutest, most adorable couple year old green Honda Civic. I loved that freaking car! It was perfect and met my transportation needs in almost every way. Gas mileage, room for my kids car seats. I called it Franklin. Like the turtle. Get it? Ahem…
That car and I lived happily together for a year or so. Until…
I picked my kids up from daycare one evening. The traffic was ungodly awful but moving at the speed limit which, on the road I was traveling, was 45 miles per hour.
My kids were chatting and singing in the car and we were discussing what to get for dinner. My cell phone was in my purse. I didn’t like to talk and drive at the same time, especially when I had my babies with me.
The light turned red. There was a black Escalade in front of me and a Honda CRV behind me…a red-ish color.
The Escalade slowed down to stop.
I slowed down to stop.
The CRV? I didn’t even see a person in the driver seat because he was bent over his seat, apparently very busy doing something else besides slowing down to stop for the light.
He plowed into me so hard that I crashed into the Escalade in front of me. It was because he crashed into me that caused him to finally stop.
My head jerked forward and back.
My kids. All I could think of was OH MY GOD, MY KIDS.
They were crying, so scared. And my son was was saying that his back was hurt.
The police came. The ambulance came, which was getting ready to take my son and me to the hospital…protocol when accident victims are complaining of neck or back distress.
The guy apologized. He laughed nervously as he admitted he had been making phone calls and texting, not really paying attention to the road.
He totaled my car. The body shifted from the frame, it was beyond repair.
I had slight whiplash.
My son was fine.
My daughter was fine.
That asshole, all he got was a ticket.
He didn’t have kids in the car who were temporarily traumatized.
His car wasn’t damaged.
His life was uninterrupted.
There weren’t laws in effect that held any ramifications for being on cellphones while driving. Had there been, perhaps he would have had more than just his hand slapped.
Which is why I am SO thankful that there are state cellphone use and texting laws being put into place.
Because of jackasses like that man, who got off with a slightly bent front fender and a ticket back then, now will have more serious ramifications. Even if they don’t get into a car accident. Even if they don’t kill anyone.
If they play, they pay.
And it’s about fricking time.