being the victim/family carer of the victim or
the driver
I refer to a car accident that occurred recently in my city. The driver was drunk and hit a pedestrian. the pedestrian is now in a wheelchair as a quadriplegic.
I try to imagine how much guilt the driver would feel.
I try to imagine how angry and depressed the victim would feel and how bad his family would feel.
I hope I am never one of these people in such a tragedy but I have to be ready in case it happens.
I think the guilt of being the driver would make me sick to the core.
Nor I would I handle being the victim.
But I feel sorry for the driver more, strangely enough. I think guilt is such a pernicious poison to carry for the rest of one’s life.