Police said a woman died in a head-on collision on a US highway right after updating her Facebook status and posting selfies.
The 32-year-old, Courtney Sanford, posted on her Facebook page at 8:33 on Thursday morning, saying, “The happy song makes me so HAPPY.” Police were called about the crash at 8:34 that same morning.
According to the officers, Ms. Sanford was driving alone when her car crossed the center line, crashed into a recycling truck, and caught fire. The collision caused the truck to be pushed off the road.
She was driving on Interstate 85 in North Carolina on her way to work. The police said there was no evidence that her speed, drug use, or alcohol was a factor in the crash.
The Facebook link wasn’t revealed until this past weekend, when her friends told the police that several of her online posts seemed to have been made around the same time as the accident.
Lt. Chris Weisner from the High Point Police Department said the crash was a real-life example of what happens when you text and drive, as reported by WGHP TV.
Lt. Weisner explained that Ms. Sanford had been taking selfies on the highway and updating her social media just before the crash.
He said, “In just a few seconds, a life was lost so she could tell her friends she was happy. It’s really not worth it.”
He added that, while it’s sad, it’s a serious reminder for everyone to stay focused while driving.
John Wallace Thompson, 73, was driving the truck involved in the crash and was not injured.
I Asked to Be Cut from My Parents’ Will after Overhearing My Brothers’ Conversation
When Elena’s parents decided to leave her the family home, she expected her brothers to share in the joy. Instead, their hidden resentment leads to a revelation that changes everything. Will her decision to reject her inheritance heal old wounds or create new ones?
Growing up as the youngest and the only daughter in a tight-knit family had its perks and its challenges. But mostly, I felt cherished, surrounded by my parents and two protective older brothers, Kyle and Dean.
It was the kind of childhood you’d think was straight out of a feel-good movie—complete with raucous holiday gatherings, summer barbecues in our backyard, and the kind of parents who never missed a school play or a soccer game.
Last weekend was no different in its familial warmth, or so I thought as we gathered around the dining table, the familiar scents of mom’s cooking mingling with the soft murmur of catch-up conversations.
Our parents, though noticeably grayer and more deliberate in their movements, were as spirited as ever, their eyes twinkling with a kind of excitement you’d associate with kids planning a secret clubhouse meeting.
As we settled into the comfortable rhythm of passing dishes and sharing updates, Mom and Dad exchanged a glance—a silent nod that seemed to signal it was time for the ‘main event’ of the evening.
Clearing his throat, Dad announced, “We’ve been thinking a lot about the future, especially about this house, which has been a home to so many memories for us.”
Mom took over with a voice both soft and resolute, “We’ve decided that we want Elena to have the house in our will.”
The words landed on the table with a weight I hadn’t anticipated, stirring a mixture of surprise and gratitude in me. “Really?” was all I managed, my voice a mix of shock and a burgeoning sense of responsibility.
That’s when I noticed it—the poker faces on Kyle and Dean. As our parents continued discussing the details, my brothers clapped mechanically, their smiles not quite reaching their eyes.
Something in their expressions hinted at a private joke or a shared concern, hidden just beneath the surface of their orchestrated calm.
Trying to shake off a growing unease, I nodded and thanked my parents, though the look in my brothers’ eyes—hinting at something hidden—stayed with me.
After everyone had said their goodnights and the house quieted down, the small twinge of unease I felt earlier began to settle into the pit of my stomach.
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