I live in the Snowbird State. A place where old people and Buicks flourish, and a place where people cautiously drive five miles under the speed limit due to the camper they are towing.

So, when I ventured out onto South Bend's Cleveland Road yesterday, I was shocked to see a Malibu weave through traffic and zoom by me. While I continued to drive, my brother, who was in the passenger seat added, "He wasn't wearing his seatbelt."

We both looked at each other, and continued to drive in silence.

In high school, I lost two close friends in an automobile accident. There was no alcohol involved, just three students and three unused seatbelts. Two days before graduation, the senior class lost its class vice president and secretary. Their names remained in the program, yet their seats were vacant at graduation. Tearful families accepted the diplomas which their son and daughter had rightfully earned. Students, faculty and parents united for the funerals and celebrated their lives. But, even as people got into their cars following the services, many neglected to remember something as they drove away: their seatbelt.

It seems like every year our campuses unite together to celebrate the lives of students who have passed away. In a place where life is respected and fought for, it amazes me that only half of students wear their seatbelts. I don't understand how people who have been motivated to march against abortion or walk for cancer can risk their own life by not wearing their seatbelts. I have lost many people in my life to things that are beyond human control. People that have been taken away too soon for things which no one could have prevented. That's why I feel so passionately about this issue.

One in three people will be involved in a serious car accident during their lifetime. One in a hundred will be killed. Life is precious. Why take the chance?

I always ask this question when I notice someone has failed to buckle his or her belt. Their reasons are vast and the excuses are pitiful. Many claim to "just forget." How can you "just forget?" Since the first car ride home from the hospital as a newborn, your parents insured your child's safety by strapping you in. As a child, they enforced the rules and made you buckle up. All your life your parents have instilled values meant to protect and keep your safe. Why do you decide to break the habit and not wear your seatbelt now? Is this an attempt at rebellion? Or is it the thrill? Like riding your bike without your hands? The thrill of finally being able to not do what your parents want you to do? Why are we, members of the Saint Mary's and Notre Dame community, as leaders setting this example? By many people we are emulated, and considered the best of the best. We are human, we are loved. But we must remember, we are not invincible.

Whether it is a quick trip down 31 to pick up some food, a midnight Meijer run, or simply moving your car from the loading dock to D6, put your seatbelt on. If rebellion is your motive, dye your hair blue or sleep through a class.

Stacy and John would have graduated from college this year. Remember friends lost, remember friends of the present, remember your family. Remember to wear your seat belt. Please. The world would not be the same without you.

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