We were the most typical, average American family ever. My mom got her teaching degree and spent her whole career as a middle school English teacher.

We were going south, at the same time an 18-wheeler, a tractor trailer, was going north just opposite us. Also, at the same time there was an 18-year-old young man who was driving to visit a friend. He had picked up his phone just to call that friend, never even saw the red light that he went through to make a left.

The 18-wheeler swerved, hit the front of this young man’s car, but he only received minor injuries.

But he hit our car head-on. My parents were killed and I was left with unbelievable physical and emotional pain for something that didn’t need to happen.

“When we are driving, we should only be driving.”

(An excerpt from an interview with Jacy as seen here.)