Driving to Heaven

Indian diplomat lost his pregnant wife.

When I was growing up in the coastal town of Dakar, in Senegal - the farthest western country in contiguous Africa – our family had the privilege to have the only functional telephone within a 10 mile radius from the coast near a tumultuous beach named: la plage des Madeleines. We were often called upon to phone emergency services for some traumatizing events. A tourist and his wife drowned, a body found floating to shore, a drunk person passed out on the hard asphalt but the event that marked me the most was when we heard late one evening a squeaking tires squeal from a car whose driver- an Indian diplomat having had too much to drink- drag racing his very pregnant wife back home, and lost control of the vehicle on the sharp curves of the “corniche” behind our house and crashed the passenger side of the car in a solid brick wall shearing the villa of the Dean of the Medical School of the University of Dakar. The Doctor in Chief could have saved two lives that night but the mischance revealed that the Doctor was not home and the paramedics arrived late enough to observe the convulsing body of a bloody pregnant woman fighting for two lives among the screaming of her misguided “Furher” who architected her Holocaust. One the paramedics led the hysterical inebriated husband away from the sight of his wife despite his uncoordinated resistance. The sweet dame drew her last breath surrounded by unknown faces as she was rushed into the ambulance, which came 20 minutes too late.
I was no older than 10 when I witnessed this accident and I wonder if this tragedy gears my destiny towards traffic safety in spite of my actual schooling in civil engineering. Would the knowledge of tire traction relative to cornering speed help in this situation?
Would the knowledge of Blood Alcohol Concentration help?
Would rigorous driver’s training help?
Would developing a better understanding and expertise between the car and self be helpful?
I happen to answer affirmatively to those interrogations.
I rather dream about the mothers that would see their children grow and see their children procreate and live fruitful, happy lives instead of morning the interruption of life due to a preventable car accident.
This thought has validated my calling and hopefully will engage people to see driving from a different light.