The dangers of texting and driving
There are situations and actions that I know are inherently bad for someone to do, but it never truly hits home until it affects someone I care about.
On Aug. 30, my little cousin’s boyfriend, Dakota, was hit headon coming home from work. He broke at least one bone in every part of his body, has punctured organs, lacerations from head to toe and crushed hands.
It took days to find all of the broken and mangled parts of his insides because of the swelling. They had to give him blood first thing when he got to the hospital because there was not enough left in his body to properly circulate throughout him.
Now you may ask what caused the wreck? Did the car malfunction, did the other driver fall asleep at the wheel or was he trying to avoid something in the road?
If it had been something of that nature, the rage I feel inside would not be there.
The other person was allegedly texting when he swerved into Dakota’s lane.
Witnesses reported seeing the driver texting, though the driver says that was not the case.
Whether or not that was the case in Dakota’s accident, the dangers of texting and driving are very real.
I remember the groups that would come talk to our classes about those dangers. I remember thinking that would never happen to me or any of my friends. When someone gets into an accident because of texting and driving, I’m sure they never thought their action would cause such devastation because when you’re young you think you’re invincible and your actions won’t have ramifications.
And then another person has to suffer for that decision.
Dakota is 18 and loves to lead a simple country boy and working man lifestyle. Nothing makes him happier than going hunting, fishing, swimming in the river and riding four-wheelers. He works with his hands and has a knack for fixing things. He woke up scared that he’d lose his job, not fully comprehending how close he was to losing his life.
After multiple surgeries, he has enough rods and screws holding him together that he will have to learn everything again but it will never be the same. He won’t walk or run like an 18-yearold should. His body
will ache and protest like he was 40 years older than he is just by climbing out of his bed every morning. He will have to deal with waking up in a cold sweat from reliving those moments over and over in his mind for the rest of his life.
His girlfriend, my little cousin, Julie, will never be the same. The boy that hung the moon, arrived at the hospital in an unstable condition. She didn’t know if he would make it.
In that instant, she had to face issues that were far beyond what an 18-year-old should have to deal with. The care-free boy she met in high school will need her help and strength while he heals, and even when he gets better he won’t be who he was.
Never in a million years did his family think they would be helping him out of a hospital bed and watching him struggle to place weight on his legs.
Regardless of the reason for Dakota’s accident, it reminded me of the dangers that come when you just can’t wait to grab that cellphone.
Please, the next time you hear your smartphone while headed to work, home or anywhere else, wait until you arrive before answering.