After work at GNC on Monday, I happened to drive past the scene of a major accident. A pedestrian had been hit, a large pool of blood was on the street, and numerous people had stopped and were trying to give the poor guy aid. The paramedics hadn't yet arrived. I saw the man's face as he died, I have found out in the newspaper.
I thought he may have been homeless, since he had a big beard. But actually he was just like me, a grad student and TA in media studies. He was walking in one of Tucson's death traps, a pedestrian walkway marked only by minimal lighting, stripes on the road, and a measly sign saying, "STOP for pedestrians in walkway" that practically no drivers follow. People in hurries, on cell phones; too much momentum when you're going 45 in an Escalade.
Being a witness to this event makes me sad. Life is very short. All we can do is try to be present in our place and time, and accept Death over our left shoulder, who follows us wherever we go. --a