...whuh, that long? I hadn't realized. It looked short to me.

One last thing... as we were driving home today, we passed an accident. There were three parked cars, then a wrecked motorbike in the middle of the road, then a half-wrecked car. First I tried not to look - I don't like being a vouyeur of the misery of other people - but then I had to look... I felt odd. Part of me just wanted to look away. Part of me was thinking, "This could happen to me". And part of me, irrationally, wanted to help out. I mean - there were maybe 15 people there helping out, and an ambulance had already been called but... I wanted to stop and help. It gnawed at me for a while, too, the misery of those people there, the hurt, the pain, and I could do nothing to help.

Heh... I'm odd.

It's natural to have empathy, you know. I only need a child to cry and I get a little pang. Hopefully nobody actually died there.

Yes, I know... still, it's odd that it unsettled me for so long.
I have no way of knowing, of course, but I hope nobody actually died there, too.