I remember having my heart broken as a teenager. As I drove down the street in my 1966 Ford Fairlane I pushed the pedal down and let my 289 V8 powered car accelerate to an unsafe speed. With tears flowing down my cheeks I wondered down deep in my soul how she would feel if I just jerked the steering wheel into the telephone pole just ahead...and died.
My foot came off of the gas pedal and my tears eventually stopped flowing. My accelerated heart beat soon came back down to a normal rate of thumping. But it made me realize, even as a teenager, how a painful situation combined with an impulsive action could destroy a young life in an instant.