Sad.

As my dad drove to church last night, he saw a young man standing in the road trying to flag down a car. Considering the neighborhood, and having seen a car ahead slow down but then drive on, dad was a little concerned. But, not wanting to be the preacher who didn't stop, dad stopped. As he walked toward the frantic young man, the young man said, "Help me, my friend is dead! I've killed my friend!" Though dad saw no vehicle, he asked, "Has there been an accident?"

The young man, about 18 years old, pointed to a completely mangled Suburban among the trees, saying, "Yes, over there... I've killed him..." As dad was assessing the situation, the young man kept wandering around the road in shock, nearly being hit by passing cars. Dad finally got him to sit down, when the young man said, "This is my second friend to die when I've been with him... I'm the kid you heard about who accidentally shot his friend two weeks ago..."

Just then, an EMT happened to drive by and saw the accident, called it in, and took over.

The car crash victim had been the third guy in the room when this guy accidentally shot and killed their other friend two weeks ago. Yesterday, the driver was doing nearly twice the speed limit and the passenger was not wearing his seatbelt.

I can't even think of a good closing line for a story like that. Can you IMAGINE how traumatized this kid is now?