Last night as Catherine and I drove to dinner with friends, we passed a horrible accident involving a motorcycle and a car. It had literally happened just moments before we came to the intersection, and we had to drive within 10 feet of the wreckage. We saw the victims receiving CPR and I told Catherine to say a prayer…

This morning I read in the paper that the couple on the bike died. I knew it probably wasn’t a good outcome when we came home from dinner 2 hours later - the highway patrol was still there, as was the bike, the car, and I caught a glimpse of a body bag. I told Catherine to cover her eyes.

I didn’t know them, but I can’t get it out of my head - I’m terribly sad for their family and friends, but also a little happy we were in the right place at the right time - we could have seen it unfold before our eyes, or we could have been the ones hit.