Tragedy

The wreck last Friday of the bus carrying the Bluffton baseball team was a terrible tragedy. While I don't know that I have ever used the exit that was the site of the crash, I know that area well. Julie and I used to live a little over a mile from the crash site, and I often drove by the place where the exit ramp comes into Northside Drive as I prepared to get on I 75 to go into downtown Atlanta. Awful.

It's hard to know what to say in the face of an event like this. Debate continues over whether it was driver error or faulty design of the exit, or both, that caused the crash. My sense at this point is that both contributed to the wreck. I do wonder why rumble strips couldn't be added to the exit - and any others like it - as one extra caution for drivers.

The dominant feeling I have is one of overwhelming sadness. Six lives lost, and most of them so young. The ones who died are about 2 years younger than my Josh, which brings it close to home. I can barely imagine what teh parents and family members are going through. I don't want to imagine too much because it is so painful. I do feel like Atlanta rallied around the team and the families in a good way, and I hope that was some minor comfort. I believe also that if we look closely, we can see God reaching out to the families, and if we listen carefully we can hear God crying over the loss of his beloved children.

Jimmy