Posted 05 November 2009 - 08:08 AM
I lived a street away from the chap that did this to me, and coming from a tiny village this only really added up to five houses and the corner of a field.
He'd seen me grow up, seen my family living our happy little life, seen my friends and I as we used to walk across the field behind his house with our sledges in the winter, seen me cycle past his house twice a day on my way two and from work, he even used to see me drive by on my way to hospital for appointments after the accident...
... You can't see everything.
Our mothers are good friends. Whether they had some emotional discussion I have no idea. But they meet up every Wednesday for tea and card making.
He's not a bad chap, okay so he's an idiot for doing what he did but I don't hate him and as one of the old ladies told me "He was in an accident himself when he was younger, everyone else in the car died and he was in a coma for months. His brain was ever so badly damaged... you'd think he ought to have known better"
She was a strange old lady.
I know in the local pub that harsh comments were made and the odd punch thrown at his direction (well seven is an odd number) but most in the village have accepted it as an accident and that's what I do too.
The fact that I know he had two more accidents after mine (or should that be ours?) including one where he wrote off two cars and then went on to find out he had one more before mine (na, I don't like sharing) does worry me but having contacted the DVLA I found out there was nothing that I could do.
He seems to have finished his killing spree and now drives a mini bus full of school children every day. I guess his life isn't going so bad.
I still insist on free drinks at the pub every time I see him for the loud "this is the man that tried to kill me" always goes down wonders if I don't like his girlfriend at the time.
We live in a world so scared of upsetting others feelings that the idiots are allowed to rule. Goodbye intelligence.