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From time to time some people need to be reminded that driving is not a right, but a privilege.
In 1991 I was at Cook-Fort Worth Children's hospital for three months while my daughter had a bone marrow transplant. There was an eight year old boy in there when we got there, still there when we left, in a full body cast with the majority of the bones in his body broken, after being ran over twice by a school bus. He got off the bus, was walking in front of it toward his house when he droppped a book and bent down to pick it up. The driver took off, ran over him, then backed back up, running over him again, to see what she had ran over.
(What seemed to upset the boy's mother the most was the fact that the driver never missed any work, she finished her route that day, and was driving it the very next morning. She felt like the woman should have been upset enough about the accident to take off work for at least some amount of time.)
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