I had one of my close family friends pass away in a hit and run accident a couple of months ago. The guy who hit her had just gotten out of jail a couple days prior to the accident and had just shot up on some heroin. He also had a suspended license when he hit her that night. If you break a rule or a law, you should own up to your mistake, if it is possible, obviously not something like running a red light.
That night she had been walking home from the park and ride by her home at five p.m. on a Friday night when she was struck suddenly. She died a few minutes later. The guy that hit her was going about seventy miles per hour in a twenty-five miles per hour zone. He only stopped to see what he had hit, then sped away back the other direction. Little did he know that he had just killed a devoted mother of three kids and a friend to many people.
A kind hearted man who works across the street from where the accident happened did the most generous thing he could do at the time. This man jumped in his rusty, old pick-up truck and chased the man who ran our friend over all the way to the suspect’s house, about twenty minutes away. The next morning, when we found out what had happened to her, we were devastated. It was hard for the people that saw and spoke to her everyday. It was hard to think of how I will never drink our too hot coffee with her while we wait for the truck to arrive (my parents deliver newspapers, which is how we know her). We all loved her and when someone you love passes away at the hands of someone else, it can be hard to forgive that person. It is hard to deal with the pain that we all feel, but over time it will lessen, and so far it has.
We all wanted him dead. We wanted him go ...