Some Torontonians here may know this. Yesterday, there was a huge car crash that happened and three Korean students died (1 university student and 2 high-schoolers) in my area. The Korean community in this area is pretty big. It’s almost like a second Koreatown, but somehow, we all know each other. Right now, that crash is the only topic of conversation between the Koreans in my area. Today, I found out that two of my classmates (both Korean boys) personally knew the two high-schoolers who died. I didn’t know the victims personally, but I probably met them at least once and/or know their friends/relatives through my own friends, parents’ friends, etc., etc. I feel so awful for some reason. And not just for the victims’ families, but also for the two guys in my class because one of them is a mutual friend of mine. He doesn’t have many friends, so he must have been very close to them.
I wish I could do something to make them feel better.
It was at Willowdale and Finch. It was in the North York area…I don’t think I’ll be able to pass through there again without thinking about the accident.
disturbed That’s a really safe neighbourhood, too…
hugs some more Take it easy yourself, give yourself a long bath and some rest tonight. And just be there for your friends, if they need to cry on a shoulder or talk to or whatever.
Here’s a hug from me, too, dear. I don’t have much else to say, except in some ways I know how you feel…I lived in a heavy Indian community for a long time, and whatever happened in the community affected all of us.
Crazy that sounds a lot like what happened here recently. They were all Indian and went to UGA all three killed by a head on collision with a semi. I was sort of friends with one of them and two out of the three went to my high school.
Yeah. The two boys went to the funeral in the middle of school today. It was after lunch time and we saw them walking to the school parking lot with the vice-principal. We waved to them and they just sort of meekly waved back. Then, my teacher told us about it. They came back during last period, which was a spare for me. I saw my friend and asked him if he was okay and he just replied, “I’ll live.”
