Each day my job begins reading news clips off the wire. The news is curated and then I wade through some of the most vile shit humanity is capable of. Every now and then, a story gets inside my brain and turns for days. This week's marble is like this...
An elderly couple was going on a road trip to see their kids/grandkids. They were in their late 70s. They made the journey many times before. The man was a retried truck driver, so no one was concerned about their safety. But they never reached their destination. Their charred motorhome was found a week after they were supposed to arrive and they were never seen again. That was 6 years ago. Their tow vehicle was found with traces of their blood inside and the grandfather's ball cap was found stained with his blood and a bullet hole through it. All evidence points to a lone meth addict and likely a robbery gone awry.
They were on a quiet highway and it's suspected they stopped for lunch in their RV where they were then jacked and murdered. The missing details of what took place before they were killed turns in my mind. Was one killed first and the other kept as a hostage and then killed because they were a witness? What would you think when one moment you were looking forward to seeing your family and then you were watching someone kill your wife/husband of 50 years right in front of you. Did they fight back?
I never know why one story will stick in my brain over others but the whole idea of fate is gnawing at my mind. Had they left a day earlier or later, or even an hour later, or if they wouldn't have stopped in that particular place at that particular time, or opened the door, or did whatever they did that enabled shit to go down, would they have survived? So many random variables led to one fuck awful encounter no one could have foreseen. Including the killer.
This realization that we have no control over anything and it doesn't matter if you're a good person or a shit person cause really bad shit can happen to anyone in an instant messes my head. And I know I'm stating the obvious.
I know people who were in knowingly bad places at knowingly bad times and who paid for it. That made sense to me and there's order in that. I don't get why these people died so violently and randomly at the hands of a drug addict they never even knew. I know this shit happens everyday. But I am struck how so many innocent, meaningless decisions collided into one giant piece of shit moment. Is it fate or just random circumstance?