We came home on Saturday evening after treating ourselves to dinner at the fabulous Double T Diner, and the police had Joppa Rd, the main drag through our part of town, closed off down by the Senior Lifestyle Center, so we had to take another route. Sunday morning, great neighbor Sam told us the newspaper said a guy was killed the night before in a motorcycle accident.
I checked it out, and it was one of those sad, sad things. A guy driving an SUV was eastbound on Joppa, making a left onto Magledt Rd, the road that leads to our court. He collided with a westbound motorcyclist, who had the right of way, according to the police.
So what do we know? Maybe the man making the turn didn't see the motorcycle, or maybe he saw him, but figured he had time to make the turn. Maybe the motorcyclist was going faster than he should have been; perhaps the SUV guy was distracted, or whatever. Who knows? Only two people know all about this, and one of them is gone.
I know a man who was driving to Ocean City late at night when a person who had been sleeping on the steel bridge that runs over the Wicomico River in the heart of Salisbury rolled off the bridge, into the path of my friend's car. Fatal. And that man driving was never the same happy, jolly guy after that.
I keep getting the same two points out of this: a) you never know when your life is going to change in a moment and b) be careful in what you do, because you never know when your life is going to change in a moment. Given the chance to relive last Saturday night, I'm sure the motorcycle guy and the SUV guy would do some things differently.
It's a wonderful world, but please be careful in it.