A few years ago a neighbor, about 20 years old, would drive on our gravel road like a bat out of Hell. Dead pheasant, dead Rhode Island Red, dead ducks, dead cats littering the road.
One night I was woke up by flashing lights in my bedroom window. They were coming from the end of my pasture. It took me awhile to realize that it was a helicopter. It turned out that my young neighbor wrapped his car around a large old maple tree in front of his house. I felt bad for him, he was just an angry young man. He lived. He has permanent damage to his legs but he can walk.
So, I stopped being angry at the bad driving and started praying for people with that much anger.