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I was terrified beyond the capacity for words, and I felt like the forest was going to suffocate me. I turned around to head back to my car and nearly tripped over something. I saw what it was; a small plaque affixed to a stone, facing the road. I'd never noticed it before. The inscription read:
"In loving memory of the three lives lost the morning of July 6, 1998. May it serve as a warning to those suffering from Road Rage."
I ran back to my car and never looked back.
It was only a few months later that I recounted my tail to a friend in a neighboring condo. Our buildings all have private, outdoor entrances, and we ran into each other coming home from work. I asked him if he knew anything about an accident about 2 years ago on that road. He invited me in for a drink and I relayed my experience.
He listened intently. I thought he would think I was nuts, but when I finished he spoke softly and understandingly. He told me that a mother was taking her little girl to school on that road on the morning of July 6, 1998 when an angry driver, who had taken the road as an alternative to the morning traffic rush, sped by and hit their car. The mother and her little girl died instantly. The driver was hospitalized for a few weeks and released. He admitted that he suffered from Road Rage, and could not take the main street traffic; that's why he went the back way.
