I trust you…..

Each day I drive 110 km, round trip, into Ottawa for work. Three days a week I drive 220 km in order  to cart my three active kids to their events after work. 

At 16, I lost my boyfriend in a car accident. We were dating, at 16 dating means different things to different people. He told me he loved me, we held hands. That was 26 years ago and each May, I still cry on the date of his death. I am not telling you this for your sympathy. It is more of a PSA for the sadness I continue to feel almost 30 years later losing someone that was in my life for a very short time. 

As a commuter, I see may things on my adventurous drive into the city each day. Drivers carelessly  drifting into my lane, hitting the shoulder and over adjusting swerving close to my car or talking & texting while they drive. 

I cannot tell you how frustrating it is for me. I can read the obituary now: 

“Sherrie-Mae Guthrie died needlessly, in a head on collision, due to an urgent text that needed to be sent by her fellow commuter. She will be sadly missed by her family, pets, friends, teammates, co-workers and students. ” 

Each day when I drive into Ottawa, I am trusting you, the driver of the other car to ensure I get home to my family or arrive safely at my school for my students. How dare you take my  life in your hands? 

Please stop texting, youtubing, tweeting or posting to Facebook as you drive. I am not quite ready to leave this world. I don’t want my children, 26 years from now, mourning my death as they tell their own kids about the Grandmother they never met. 



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