Just finished the afternoon newscast (I do this on Wednesdays-for now-and all next week for Bruce). I cannot tell you how many deaths and murders and fatal accidents I come across on the wires. We're supposed to be a kinder, gentler station so we don't really talk about those things too much here. However, today while I was searching for stories a breaking report on a woman who died on Bangerter Highway really got me. The woman was my mom's age, and it was near my parent's house. I panicked. I called mom. No answer but a machine. Left a message and tried to stay calm. Called, no answer, left another message. Ten minutes later she called. She's fine.
I never used to worry like that. After I lost my brother my world became so much more real, and fragile, and frightening. I used to be the girl driving around without a seatbelt, on the freeway, barely stopping at stop signs, rose colored glasses and devil-may-care. But today I really thought about that lady, and her family. How sad, on a Thanksgiving, to lose your mom. I prayed fervently God would protect my family and let us all live into old age, that we would never lose another member again. And I included that story in my newscast. We have 100,000 listeners on our station. If I could get just a few people to slow down and avoid an accident on the busiest travel day of the year it's worth it.