I lost a dear co-worker, my cubicle neighbor.... on Thursday night.
He was killed when hit by a car...walking home after a night out with some old friends.
I was bitter about my injury...when friends of mine let me walk home alone in the Mission, three sheets to the proverbial wind, at 3 AM....I still can't walk the same....but at least I am alive.
Don't let your friends walk home alone, drunk.
You aren't a friend if you do so, and because of this we lost an extraordinary human being.
Thanks for caring.