The worst experience of my life

It has taken all that is in me, to write this. I understand it may not be something I NEEDED to share, but it is something I needed to get out. In the month of March, I witnessed a horrific sight. My mind is learning to calm down and breath, but my mind also will never completely let go of the situation...

I was driving home from my college class on a very nice March afternoon. Traffic was heavy as it was approaching rush hour. In my life I already had a few things going on. Stress on stress, with a mix of stress. This day was no different from the rest, however you also never know what can happen. I pulled up to a red light at a small intersection. I was the first car in line at the light. The right lane next to me had no one in it. I pulled to a stop and waited. There is an elementary school down a block or two from my left. School had gotten out and there was a little boy pushing the button about to cross the street. He was happy and excited to be going home. Backpack was on and he patiently waited for the crosswalk to turn white. In my passenger sideview mirror, I saw an SUV coming full speed. I didn't know if they were stopping or running a red. I had very little reaction time to do anything. The little boy was already running across the road when the SUV was driving at least 50 mph. I honked the horn, then I sat there for a split second and screamed.....

Sparing the details, that little boy was struck. Everyone at the intersection was in shock. In every direction the traffic stopped. People ran out to check on him, I was paralyzed. I could not move. I called 911 as fast as my fingers could move. I had to stand from a distance, because what I could see was never something that I could un-see. I couldn't be consoled. I didn't know what to do. Strangers ran to the boy and tried to save him. Within minutes, the ambulance and police showed up. I was hysterical, and could barely repeat what I had just seen. I watched as the man in the SUV got out of his dented up car and stood there with his hands in his face, pacing back and forth. The boy was taken straight to the hospital. Only about 6 or 7 years old...

The mother messaged me a few days later. Informing me that she was grateful for my immediate help and that I could come to the funeral. I had no words. I still have no words. It was something that scarred me. I can not imagine anyone else going through this. I know many more have experienced worse than I have, and we all will remember it. But through it all, God does not allow things like this to happen for no reason. There are so many different situations in which I could say that this situation many have brought people together. Or closer. Life is so unpredictable. And incredibly fleeting. For that mother, no amount of "I'm so sorry" or "I can't imagine what you are going through" will bring her little boy back. I pray for this family everyday. God has a new angel up in heaven. Directing his family in the right direction.