They were newly engaged.
He was a first classman (a graduating senior) at the Naval Academy.
She was our neighbor, one of seven kids in a big Italian family, and my sister’s best friend.
They were pulling out of a parking lot that night when he hit and killed them.
He was drunk..
driving in the wrong lane with his headlights off.
I tell you this story because I saw the devastating dash-cam video of Tiger Woods’ sobriety test and arrest this morning and I felt bad for him. I felt bad for him because it’s just plain sad to see a life unravel.
I also felt bad that he is about to be smacked by the back side of this humiliation hurricane. It’s one thing to read about what happened, quite another to actually see it.
How can one not feel sorry for him?
And then I remembered.