I see accidents, and anger, and cruelty every time I'm at work. I'm searching for the latest misdemeanor, or the guy who fell off his bike cruising down Interstate 15. 

I went to a vigil a few weeks ago for a 16-year-old girl in a car accident. I went there as a reporter trying to learn as much about her and the accident to write a great story. But what I found upon arrival was crying relatives and friends who remembered this girl and were at a loss to understand why she was taken from them. Her friends and she had gone out 'duck hunting', and on the way back their car was crashed in by a truck.

Truck vs. car... that never turns out well for the car. She was trapped in the back of the car, stuck there for hours. She died on scene, just a few months short of her 17th birthday.

What a tragic way to die...

I stood there in shorts, listening to her friends remember this girl who liked to skip class, stay out with friends, and always had a funny comment to add. Some remembered how she wanted to be away from her house, and how her driving skills were not in good graces. They remembered how she was positive and sweet. One girl I talked to broke off mid speech and started bawling, as if she suddenly realized what had happened, as if the tragedy had not quite kicked in, but then took her with surprise.

I left there with about 40 mosquito bites, and a lot of information. Not just for my story, but knowledge that life is short. Yeah, we overuse that phrase a lot, but we also waste our time a lot. I sit here blogging on this site, when I should be out living. Hanging out with friends, and enjoying life. We're given a beautiful gift to live... don't waste it in regret or questions or misery.