and it wont happen again.
Everybody dodged the bullet on this, so that's a positive and the biggest takeaway as far as I am concerned.
Every day I walk to work past a tree with some bark healing over from where a 17 year old kid planted his mom's Chrysler 300. He was trying to get away from a party that was being busted, doing well over 60 mph down a residential street. As the old drinking/driving poster used to say, "If you drive drunk, you will be lucky if it's only a cop that stops you." Surprisingly, that tree which stopped the kid and the Chrysler wasn't much bigger than an apple tree, and it wore a couple of ribbons for a year. It must have been some solid wood.
My friend who I do chapel with at the homeless shelter was the guy the cops picked up to go help break the news to his family. The mom said it couldn't be her son, because he had come home and went straight to bed. Then my friend had to listen to her go from room to room, calling for her son, and each time she entered a different room, her voice got louder and more panicky until after the second time through each room in the house she let out a scream and broke down. Pretty hard for the cops and my friend to witness that, knowing how that Mom's search for her son was going to end.
But as Red_October said, in most cases "it won't happen again"...although in this particular case, why "it won't happen again" is pretty brutal.
We have lots of places like that around Columbus I can point out. The farm gate to the pasture where a kid rolled his car into a bonfire and burned himself up, the intersection with a dip in it where another kid flipped his car and killed his twin brother, the still remaining skid mark on the median that the kid hit and put his three friends and himself at the bottom of Wagner's Lake for almost a month, the cross at the bottom of the hill that the mother religiously changes decorations each and every month for the last four or five years...all places where "it won't happen again", because it can't.