What do we have to do?
Is it just me or does every parent wonder what you have to do to make your kids safe on the roads.
Five boys from Bli Bli got into a car in the early hours of yesterday morning and for reasons unknown decided to head for Gympie.
One of them is dead, one is in a bad way in a Brisbane hospital and one, 15 year old boy, is being questioned by police. Talk about no winners.
Inspector Owen King is a Byron Bay copper, he was first on the scene at a crash last year that claimed the lives of four local teenagers. This is an open letter he wrote to all ki
Car smashes are democratic. They do not discriminate. Good kids die as easily as ratbags.One moment’s lapse can kill you. If you want to hear music again that ain’t harps, keep your eyes on the road and your hands on the wheel.Wake your parents if you need a safe lift. They’ll be tired and cranky but that’s their job.
Chill out. Every day on the roads some dropkick may cut you off, try to drag you off, give you the finger or dare you to do something stupid. They are everywhere. They have big egos and little brains. Let them go. Chill out.
How much are you willing to trade for that one moment? It takes just one mad moment to be killed on the roads – speed, distraction, drink – and you lose so much. Seatbelts are made to stop your body exiting the car headfirst. Heads are not designed for this and split like melons.
Wear your seatbelt.The boot of the car is for the spare wheel. No matter what’s happening – you urgently need a lift, it’s not far, the car is full – don’t climb into a boot. It’s like climbing into a coffin.
If you drive a car full of passengers and cause a bad smash, grief and guilt will wrap you up like a skin. When all your mates pack into the car, that’s an extra 320kg and the car will brake, corner and handle completely differently because of it. So, slow down, for their sake.
Better still, carry just one mate.The police, firies and ambos are tired of dragging broken young bodies from wrecks. They are tired of the smell of blood and hot engines at car crash scenes. They are tired of knocking on front doors at 2am to parents dressed in pyjamas and bone-pale faces.
They are tired and it is not even the start of the mad Christmas season. They are tired of the waste. Give them a break.
Five boys from Bli Bli got into a car in the early hours of yesterday morning and for reasons unknown decided to head for Gympie.
One of them is dead, one is in a bad way in a Brisbane hospital and one, 15 year old boy, is being questioned by police. Talk about no winners.
Inspector Owen King is a Byron Bay copper, he was first on the scene at a crash last year that claimed the lives of four local teenagers. This is an open letter he wrote to all ki
Car smashes are democratic. They do not discriminate. Good kids die as easily as ratbags.One moment’s lapse can kill you. If you want to hear music again that ain’t harps, keep your eyes on the road and your hands on the wheel.Wake your parents if you need a safe lift. They’ll be tired and cranky but that’s their job.
Chill out. Every day on the roads some dropkick may cut you off, try to drag you off, give you the finger or dare you to do something stupid. They are everywhere. They have big egos and little brains. Let them go. Chill out.
How much are you willing to trade for that one moment? It takes just one mad moment to be killed on the roads – speed, distraction, drink – and you lose so much. Seatbelts are made to stop your body exiting the car headfirst. Heads are not designed for this and split like melons.
Wear your seatbelt.The boot of the car is for the spare wheel. No matter what’s happening – you urgently need a lift, it’s not far, the car is full – don’t climb into a boot. It’s like climbing into a coffin.
If you drive a car full of passengers and cause a bad smash, grief and guilt will wrap you up like a skin. When all your mates pack into the car, that’s an extra 320kg and the car will brake, corner and handle completely differently because of it. So, slow down, for their sake.
Better still, carry just one mate.The police, firies and ambos are tired of dragging broken young bodies from wrecks. They are tired of the smell of blood and hot engines at car crash scenes. They are tired of knocking on front doors at 2am to parents dressed in pyjamas and bone-pale faces.
They are tired and it is not even the start of the mad Christmas season. They are tired of the waste. Give them a break.
1 Comments:
Oh Caroline another fantastic Is it just me....thanks I have just read the open letter to my daughter and she too feels the agony of those poor parents. It is a deep, chilling letter and should be read to all high school kids....thanks so much again for all your amazing efforts Caroline. We love your show.
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