Recently, three girls who attend my school were involved in a car crash on a local road near my school. All three were rushed to our university’s medical center; one suffered brain damage and was put on life support while another lost her right eye.
Today it was announced that one of the girls had died. She was only 15 years old.
Although I had never known any of the girls involved in the accident, I felt a deep connection with them; it pains me to think about it because in a way, their pain was my pain. These last few days have got me to realize how precious life is. The most important and most powerful lessons of life aren’t learned in a textbook or in a classroom, but in the most sudden and unexpected events that warn us to grab at life with all our might because if not, it might just slip through our fingers like sand.
