Life is Precious

I played tennis last night with my teacher friends. The mood was a bit somber, as a local boy had been killed in a car wreck earlier in the day. I can't seem to get this out of my mind, and all I can think about is "What a precious life cut short," and "OH HOW HIS FAMILY MUST BE FEELING."

Apparently he was on his way to Athens, about 15 minutes from here, to register for community college at Trinity Valley. He just graduated from Mabank High this year.

This boy was apparently passing a car on the highway and had a head-on collision with an 18-wheeler. That highway is a pain, there are only a few places you can pass, and there are many blind spots where you just can't or shouldn't. Traffic tends to move relatively slow, there is construction going on, so if you're going to Athens you have to give yourself time. It can be a slow drive. We can't know why he passed a car or what he was thinking. I only know that I had it ingrained in me during a driver's safety course that "There is no place you have to be so important that it's worth risking your life over."

Accidents happen. Misjudgments, especially by the young, happen. But the consequences can be devastating.

The life of a handsome, vibrant 19 year old boy -- a young man with a whole life ahead of him -- was cut short yesterday, and a whole town grieves. Please say a prayer for the family of Wade Holt. Then tell your kids you love them and to BE CAREFUL.