Here's the thing.
You are not special.
You have no reason and no right to drive faster than everyone else, cut in and out of lanes with so little room I gasp, talk on the phone while operating your moving vehicle, travel without wearing a seatbelt or drive after drinking.
But here's the thing.
You are special.
You're special to the children you have at home and to your wife or husband and your friends. To your brothers and your neighbors too.
You're special to the EMTs who are now trying to save your life and to the attendants at the funeral home who are going to try and make you presentable for your own service. Your name will never be forgotten by those who love you or by those whose loved ones you killed because you were too hurried/distracted/drunk to fulfill the privilege of operating a motor vehicle safely and with due dilligence.
Yeah, you're special all right.
