For me and my peers, normal was in. Nobody we knew wanted to be weird.
With a kind of magnetic power, Laura’s death now pulled me toward bigger questions: Is this all there is to life? Why am I here? What if that had been me dozing off behind the steering wheel? If my life ended now, would it matter? What happens after you die? Is there really a God and a heaven and a hell and all the Christian stuff I’ve heard about?
Let’s be honest. This is not only counterintuitive to everything we learned on the playground in elementary school; it’s just downright weird.
The majority of people — the crowd — is traveling the wrong path, the one that leads to destruction.