If you've ever watched a horror movie, nothing would add up to this. A bus carrying a load of kids kid a utility pole and split in half. 5 children were killed instantly. The driver was arrested.
In this movie scenario, the parents would take pitchfork and gasoline and dole out the justice. Revenge.
However, we live in times where the grieving pain of those parents who had so many plans for the holiday, has been literally snuffed out. If you value any life at all, this is painful even to a heartless stone cold shitbag like me.
I can't imagine the fear children have at the age where they can't add up the tragedy that has struck the other 32 that survive. Do you tell them later on, that their survival was an act of God? Then how do you explain the others that didn't make it out? Do you treat your kids now with a softer touch, as they have cheated death, and if you are superstitious perhaps later in life death peers out again?
I have no idea. Only that in this time of thanks, there are parents now that...it's unimaginable the pain and grief they will have to endure. The lights are out, meals canceled. And real pain begins. Damn...
...life is hard.
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