Perchance it is painless for those who have never felt the heart crushing blow of an inhuman driver to respond, “It was an accident.” But when you have seen reckless cars rob the lives of your friends and family at will and taken your Sisters and brothers from a second to another; when you have seen hate fill on selfish drivers, hit and even kill your only family; When you see the enormous majority of millions of responsible drivers have their life carelessly stolen in a flash in the midst of a negligent society; When you suddenly find your fist locked and your mouth mumbling as you seek to explain to your pain filled wife why she will never see her son ever again, and you see tears flood with agony in her eyes when she is told his funeral is next week, and see gloomy clouds of depression beginning to form in her pain filled mom’s soul, and see her beginning to distort her personality by developing anger towards the reckless drivers; When you have to make up an answer for a seven year old nephew who does not understand who is asking “ Uncle, where is my cousin?”; when you rather go for long walks then driving because every time you get in the car it reminds you of your son’s tragic death; when you are afraid in and out the car by other cars starving and without head or tail lights When your first name becomes “father of the kid that died in the car accident,” your middle name becomes “dead son” (no matter where you are) and your last name becomes “depression” and your wife and mother are never treated the same because of their husband or son When you are miserable by day and tormented by night by the fact that your son is dead, living constantly under fear, that someone will ask about your son, and plagued with inner anger and outer depression; When you are forever fighting a degenerating sense of “helplessness”– then you will understand why “sorry, it was an accident,” doesn’t cut it.