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I Think that, in some small way at least, we have made ourselves feel invinsible. Untoutchable. We are the "Big Kids" now. We can drive, we go to high school or college, we are indipended, we don't need to hold onto mom and ded for hel and support anymore. When we're afraid we tought it out because we're grown now and nothing can destroy us... But today I got that terrible taste in my mouth. The one that tells me; "Hey. Chica... you're wrong about it all." We might be grown up, but we are not at all, in any small way, invinsible. Today, crossing the street to catch her bus, a girl was hit by a truck. On the way to the hospitol, her heart stopped and she died. Allie Scott was a Junior in highschool. A singer in the chool chior and a friend to many. She was on her way to school, her life in it's prime, when everything ended. It wasn't the releif of a swift death either. It was slow... painfull.

Now my perspective has changed. We are, yes, grown and indipended... but we are frail and vunrable. With the stab of a knife or the simple movment of a finger on a trigger, a life ends. And eve more often it's teh lack of reflexes that it takes to slam on those breaks... So maybe we should try and slam on our brakes. Slow down, or stop what you're doing for a moment. Think about what you've accomplished in life. It might not be much. It might be a lot. Think about those around you. You're friends, family, or that significant other. Life might suck for you, or it might be great. Wither way, you are important to someone, somewhere. Maybe they are online, or in real life. Who knows? Not everyone knew Allie. But everyone was affected by her death. Even people, like me, who had only seen her in the halls, suddenly find themselves writing two page papers on their online journals as they are lost in thought about why it happened. Allie is not the first person to die at my school. My friends have been killed before, people that I personally knew and loved. They were there one day and gone the next. But it wasn't just them who left. With every time one of them leaves, so dose a little peice of everyone's heart. For somepeople, life goes on all the same... but for others, it's drasticly changed. I don't know if you care at all about what I'm typing, but I've thought a lot about what life means. And while I havn't figured it out yet, I've learned that life is more preacious than I thought before. I used to be crule in my thinking. 'Oh, it's just a way to thin out the population. To many people poluting earth anyway.' But who am I to decide who lives or dies? While I'm still confused, the line that my sister often said is ringing in my head... " Girl, you only have one life.... Go live it!"