Forty
year-old Julie, behind the wheel of her small, red Toyota, was glad when
she reached the outskirts of town. She loathed heavy traffic, but had no
choice driving to work and back every day. In ten more minutes she and
her one-year old toddler Tony, strapped in his child seat in the back,
would be home.
It
had been one of those Fridays at work, trying to please fastidious
customers as well as a demanding boss. The heavy workload was too much
for one person. Julie was tired.
As
if there was not enough stress already, when Julie had picked up her
only child from the crèche, she learned that the scratches on his face
were inflicted by the crèche bully. The staff had been very apologetic.
but it was too late before they realized what was happening.
Increasing
the speed of her late model Toyota, to match the 80 km/h limit, Julie
could not wait to arrive home that evening. Her husband had urged her
not to be late. He had arranged a babysitter, and the two would be
dining with an important business client and his wife.
Just
the thought of running late made her increase the speed another 5 km/h.
She didn't regard this as breaking the speed limit. Her humorous husband
jokingly gave this bad habit a name - creative driving.
Her
precious bundle in the back was a little more restless than usual. He
sensed that his mother was rushing. He sucked more heavily on his dummy;
but it fell out of his mouth again, for the umpteenth time. The stinging
pain on Tony's rosy, baby cheek made matters even worse. He started to
cry.
There
was one thing Julie hated more than anything. Ever
since Tony was born she could not stand her child crying. It upset her,
perhaps more than normal mothers. Once again, Tony, without his dummy
made this terrible, shrieking sound. It had to stop.
Almost
mechanically, as she had done many times, Julie with her left hand
reached over the back of her seat and shoved the dummy back into Tony's
little mouth. Unfortunately, that evening Tony's dummy spit
changed their lives forever, ending in disaster.
Eighteen-year
old Tom was likewise glad it was Friday. He looked forward to see
his family and girlfriend for the weekend as he drove his newly acquired
Nissan Sedan back from the city university, where he was studying
politics and journalism. It was only the second time that he was driving
his car, his first ever, home for the weekend.
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Tom
was cruising just under the 80 km/h speed limit, always careful
to never go over it. His driving record since obtaining his
licence was untarnished. His ambition was to one day become a
politician. A clean driving record would look good in any future
character reference. |
The
conditions of the roadway was dry. It was still very much
daylight, the weather was fine and there were no other vehicles within
1/2 kilometer. So why did Julie and Tom meet with a major disaster
seconds later?