Pride/Fear

And now, IMMENSE pride in my daughter. Followed by fear for her safety. On her way to work, after dropping off her daughter, she witnessed a hit-and-run accident, of a child, in a school zone. Split-second choice-stay to help victim, or follow perpetrator. Other people there to help victim, she will follow perpetrator, as she was the only one with an ID on the car. 911 dialed, she clearly tells them what has happened, and where, and that she is following the perpetrator at high speed. Follows him for about ten minutes, until police can catch up with her, at which point she trades off the chase to them. She spends much time at the station, then takes her adrenaline-laden self to get almost-food, and caffeine, and sit and shake. Then, go to get her own child, and go home to hug her and hug her and hug her. The victim was a girl, and died. Pride that she took action, pride in her driving, that she stayed with him, pride in that she was willing to get involved. I know what the correct actions to take are, but have never been tested, the way she is being tested. She goes beyond me in so many ways. Fear, because she is the only good witness. Bail can be posted, and the perpetrator can be out, and probably is.