Actually, this letter is directed to the driver of the white pickup truck that struck my son as he was riding his bicycle on Back Bay Road between Irvine and Newport Beach on June 13.
As a hit-and-run driver, you probably are not all that concerned, but the human being you left in an unconscious heap on the side of the road did not die. He isn't even brain damaged or crippled. Once he regained consciousness and realized that he could move, he managed to walk, dazed and bleeding, 2 1/2 miles to the Irvine police station. By the way, both the police officers and the medical personnel who gave him the help you were unwilling to give were efficient and kind.
The outcome probably isn't something you have lost sleep thinking about, but it appears that Mark was pretty lucky for someone who landed on his face. Once the doctors and the oral surgeon have applied their skills in repairing his body and mouth, he should be fine. They say that time will take care of the nightmares and the emotional trauma caused by your cruel act.
Perhaps the anger your action has aroused will do someone else some good. Maybe the next time a driver becomes involved in an accident and thinks of running away, they will remember this letter and face up to their responsibility by stopping to help. The victim may not be as resourceful as my son, and in a different situation immediate assistance could help save a life.