All young drivers should see viral car crash video - Argus Friday 16th October 2015

Posted Friday 16th October 2015   By Ericka Waller

I first heard news of the Crowborough crash via Facebook. A friend had shared the video with the title 'Horror video captures final minutes of two friends who speed to their death'. This was in among a news feed of what people were having for dinner and dogs who look like their owners. Initially, I was appalled. I could not understand how sharing the video footage, retrieved from the accident site, could possibly be of any benefit to anyone. How could something so personal, so distressing, be Facebook feed fodder?


I watched the video.

I watched Kyle Careford, (20), and his friend Michael Owen, (21), speeding through country lanes, laughing and joking. I listened to their banter, and music. I felt like I was in the back, with no seat belt on.

Michael comments that Kyle needs to slow down seconds before the screen goes black and a sickening crash is heard. This is the actual noise made when the Renault Clio they were driving crashed into a Church wall and overturned, killing them both instantly.

Two lives gone in two seconds. A young daughter left fatherless.

I sat speechless for a moment, and then I shared it on my timeline.

Zac Hemming, Kyle's brother said: "This footage or anything of its kind should never be recorded, let alone watched."

Before I watched the video, I thought the same thing. Five minutes later my opinion changed.

This video should be shown to any teen before their first driving lesson. It should be shown in school, it should be all over the TV. It should be thrust in young people's faces because once it has been watched it can never be erased from your mind.

When I watched the video I felt ashamed. I used to drive down country lanes like an idiot, music blaring, laughing away with my friends, thinking I was invincible. Thinking limits did not apply to me, and that was before the added complications of checking your mobile when driving and filming every journey.

That video could have been me and my brother ten 15 years ago.

Leah Betts was an 18 year old girl from Latchingdon Essex. On the 11th November, she took an Ecstasy tablet and then drunk 7 litres of water in an hour and a half. Four hours later she slipped into a coma, from which she did not recover. Her father, Paul Betts was one of the first parents to share images of his child's death with the media in a bid to save other parents from the same fate.

Compared to the images we see now, the photo he gave of Leah is pretty tame. She is lying in a coma with various tubes coming out of her open mouth. There is no blood, no drama, it looks sadly peaceful.

As a 14 year old girl, who had never heard of Ecstasy however, the picture and story which accompanied it petrified me. I remember retrieving my mum's Telegraph to look at it again, and having one overwhelming thought 'I bet if I tried it, that would be me'.

Not only did I never try Ecstasy, I never tried any other drugs either. That photo may have saved my life.

So when Zac Hemming went on to say "However, despite the pain of it being broadcast by the media, we as a family just hope and pray that this will connect with at least one person out there" I agreed with every word.

And finally

I recently read an article about a woman selling her breastmilk online after she watched an interview about it online and decided  I've got it spare, so why not?'

Natasha advertised on ‘Only The Breast’ and made her first sale within minutes, £60 for 30 ounces. She gave out the address and waited for it to be collected by a sleep deprived mum with a baby in need.

She was surprised when her first customer was a man in his 60’s. "He knocked on my door and said 'I am here to buy the breast milk'.

There was no baby.

"I invited him into the kitchen and asked if he had a cool box. He bagged it up and gave me the money."
Most of her clients are men, many of them body-builders, or fetishists.

Now Christmas is coming and I could do with some wonga. I’ve dug out a bag of vintage milk from the back of my freezer, dated 2009 and after a slightly painful session in the bath, have discovered I can still squeeze out some colostrum, the good stuff.

With a going rate is £2 per ounce, I am more than happy to milk it. I’ve no problem selling it to men who want to dress up as babies. As Natasha said “As long as it does not involve me I don't really care”

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