{"id":19059,"date":"2015-03-22T10:16:12","date_gmt":"2015-03-22T09:16:12","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/pinkoddy.co.uk\/?p=19059"},"modified":"2015-03-22T10:18:38","modified_gmt":"2015-03-22T09:18:38","slug":"save-lives-not-time","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/54.155.211.39\/blog\/2015\/03\/22\/save-lives-not-time\/","title":{"rendered":"Save Lives Not Time"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\" alignright\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/pinkoddy.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/11\/mybrother.jpg?resize=270%2C299\" alt=\"\" width=\"270\" height=\"299\" data-recalc-dims=\"1\" \/>My big brother was a great big brother. I remember that he took care of me, loved me and played with me &#8211; I was the devoted little sister. I remember we used to play with a small mouse in a pub (I had nick named the Mouse Pub) and he used to hold my net curtain up as I walked down the \u201caisle\u201d to the sound of music. I was always told about how amazing he was &#8211; and a great mathematician, who could quickly work out any sum in his head. I wish I had more memories, but the next ones I have are of crying uncontrollably in the back of a car, flashes back to being in the back of an ambulance.<\/p>\n<p>22<sup>nd<\/sup> March 1981 My Peter was hit by a car. A car doing only 30 mph. He died in hospital &#8211; I was told of a massive heart attack when his rare blood group (O-) was finally found and his body rejected it. My brother was just 6 years old. I was only 2. For years I believed that everyone would have preferred it to be me, as they talked about his greatness and I was always just told to be quiet. It was years later when my mom told me that she would have never coped without me. But I never felt that growing up, always living in his shadow. But that makes me very selfish, I know. And my poor innocent brother had had his sweet life taken &#8211; and nothing is worse than that. So whenever things are really bad I know I have to keep going, to make my life worthwhile because he did not have the chance to.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\" alignleft\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/pinkoddy.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/11\/savelivesnottime.jpg?resize=300%2C289\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"289\" data-recalc-dims=\"1\" \/>The driver of the car accident I believe was never punished by the law. It was just one of those things. I have never blamed him. He will have lived with this all of his life.He just did not look enough apparently. A mistake he will never have made again I should imagine.<\/p>\n<p>But I DO get angry now. I see the car accidents waiting to happen. The mother (or father) who lets their child just run across the road without looking; the driver doing 40 mph in a 30 (who I usually catch up with at the traffic lights or through NSL; the people blocking any clear place to cross outside a school,<\/p>\n<p><strong>Why does someone have to die before people are willing to accept that their behavior is risking the lives of others?!<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My big brother was a great big brother. I remember that he took care of me, loved me and played with me &#8211; I was the devoted little sister. 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