Some of us are forced to endure tragedies before we can appreciate life's lessons. Others of us just need to read about them in notes left by complete strangers, like this one addressed to "whoever owns this car."
To whoever owns this car:
My grandfather smoked his whole life. I was about 10 years old when my mother said to him, "If you ever want to see your grandchildren graduate, you need to stop immediately." Tears welled up in his eyes when he realized exactly what was at stake. He quit cold-turkey that very day. Three years later he died of lung cancer. We were very close, and his death destroyed me. My mother said to me, "Please never smoke. Don't put your family through what your grandfather put us through." I agreed. At 18, I have never touched a cigarette. I must say, I feel a very slight sense of regret never having done it, because your parking job was so shitty it gave m cancer anyway. Jesus Fuck, please learn how to park.
A powerful message indeed. Maybe someday that driver will be telling his child, "Please learn how to park. Don't put other drivers through what I put this driver through."