Accident That Spelt Ruin

I saw the woman sprawled on the ground, her legs askew beneath her. She was alive but could not move, obviously in a faint. Right in front of her a small pram squeezed to a wall pinned by a truck that had hurtled down the hill hitting mother and child. No sound came from the pram. The driver knelt down. He cried, oh how he cried. Did he cry for the child he had killed? For the mother who lost her treasure? Or for the license, he was going to lose? Only he could tell. A family ruined. No one thought of the husband who lost his child who found his wife injured, all because of a reckless driver who was late for work, drove fast, painted a wall with an innocent child's blood. Did he have a late-night call? A drinking binge? A lass to love? Whatever it was a child's life was lost, a family ruined. Nothing could turn the clock back. The ambulance arrived. So did the upholder of the law. Nothing to do. We move forward. It is our destiny. A true story but it did not involve me.