My mom hit a kid with the van tonight. She’s shaken up pretty bad so I don’t have all of the details. It was dark and it’s winter in Illinois, so he was in the road, not on the sidewalk. The cop didn’t ticket her. But she’s distraught. If only she’d gone some other way home. If only she’d waited five minutes more before leaving for home. It sounds like a genuine terrible accident–just a confluence of events you wish had somehow gone differently.
It’s tough. I don’t know what to say to her. I just mostly listened. She’s most distraught that she won’t know, because he’s a minor, what happens to him, if he’ll be okay.
He was talking, though, to her and to the people who stopped to help. So, I told her that’s a good sign.
Still, that poor kid. Just trying to get to the bus stop so he can get home and gets hit.