I still can’t believe that Trey Carlock, a child sex abuse victim filled with shame, drove his father’s boat at high speed in the middle of the night, crashing into my Lake Athens boat dock.
Shortly before, my oldest daughter, Lizzy, and I lounged right at the point of impact.
I have often reflected on that night, August 11, 2015.
My father always said, “Son, nothing good happens after midnight.”
In my sleep, I heard what I thought was an explosion.
But, the idea was so farfetched that I ignored the sound as a bad dream.
Nothing prepared me for what I saw the following day.
A young college grad, Trey Carlock, and his girlfriend drove his father’s boat into my dock.
The heavy rubber trex decking was blown right off the dock frame. Boat shards everywhere.
The lounging chairs Lizzy and I sat on minutes before were blown to the back of the dock.
Bodies? Didn’t see any.
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