Graduation Day

[Hey, You!] I know what you did one summer . . .

Bob Aul

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It was 35 years ago this month that I was walking toward the graduation ceremony when I came upon a commotion on Lemon Street, which separates the college from the Fullerton High School Stadium, where the ceremony was taking place. Some lady came up to me and exclaimed, "Call the police! Call the police!" When I got closer, I saw a boy about 5 years old lying on the pavement. I can still see his little brother clasping his hands in prayer, tears streaming down his face as he cried, "God, please don't let him die!" over and over as some horrible mantra. It haunts me to this day—especially around graduation time. You were the shaggy-looking guy in your mid-twenties who struck that kid with your old VW beetle. For a fleeting moment, our eyes met; your eyes were wide as saucers as you jumped back in your car and hightailed it out of there. Dozens, if not more than a hundred people saw you, so I'm pretty sure the law caught up with you. Back then, penalties were fairly light, and I doubt you spent even a year in jail. Since that time, you have probably gone on to live a full life; you've likely put this painful event behind you, feel you paid your debt to society and never think about it anymore. And that is why I'm writing this—to remind you of just what you caused. That boy would be a grown man now and probably have a family of his own, but you destroyed that dream. You also left that young family with a horrible scar they will live with the rest of their lives. I want you to know that as long as I am alive, there will always be someone out there who remembers what you did.

 
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Vawlkee
Vawlkee

Hey slim, you didn't even mention as to whether or not the kid died! 1978 and you're still carrying the torch?  Sure it would have been a horrible incident to have observed, but with the advent of the net, doubtless you could have researched the final outcome..

dreambones
dreambones

I guess you've never lost anyone to a hit-and-run driver; making light of it with the Reefer Madness comment indicates more about your character than that of the person who saw and remembers an accident from 1978 that killed a young child. Oh, having been on the receiving end of an almost collision (lucky me) because another driver wasn't paying attention, I can confirm the other driver's eyes *can* get wide as saucers...hers sure did after she almost hit me, swerved, then spun out and almost hit me from another direction!

skatedaddy
skatedaddy

Shaggy guy? VW Beetle? Eyes wide as saucers? This reads like a sequel to Reefer Madness where the Fabulous Furry Freak Brothers do battle with Sarah Palin. It's a horrific thing that happened, but I don't think it's your place to act as someone else's conscience.

 
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