Aric Hutchinson and Samantha Miller were beginning their journey as husband and wife when an unimaginable tragedy struck. What should have been the happiest day of their lives ended in heartbreak and loss.
Just hours after exchanging vows, the couple departed their wedding reception on Folly Beach, South Carolina, in a low-speed vehicle (LSV) adorned with sparklers. Operated by Aric’s relatives, Benjamin and Brogan Garrett, the street-legal cart was heading toward the couple’s accommodation, just two blocks away, when disaster struck.
A rented Toyota driven by 25-year-old Jamie Lee Komoroski collided with the back of the LSV at high speed. Data revealed Komoroski was driving 65 mph in a 25 mph zone and had barely attempted to brake before the crash, which occurred around 10 p.m.
Tragically, Samantha died at the scene from blunt force injuries, while Aric suffered severe injuries, including broken bones and a brain injury. He remains in critical condition. Benjamin Garrett was also hospitalized with serious injuries, while Brogan was treated and later released.
Komoroski, allegedly under the influence at the time of the crash, faces charges of reckless vehicular homicide and three counts of driving under the influence causing death. Each DUI charge carries a potential sentence of up to 25 years in prison. Authorities confirmed the LSV was properly equipped with lights and legal for nighttime driving.
Samantha’s mother, devastated by the loss, shared her grief: “She literally ran into my daughter going 65 miles an hour. Sammie and Aric were on the back of the golf cart, and she just whammed my child.”
Samantha’s sister, Mandi Jenkins, recalled the horrifying moment: “We were sitting on the balcony in our pajamas and heard the sirens. They kept going and going. When my sister didn’t respond to my texts, we drove to the scene, and what we saw was devastating.”
Komoroski refused to provide a breath sample at the police station. A warrant was issued for blood samples, and results are pending.
In the wake of the tragedy, Aric’s mother, Annette Hutchinson, created a GoFundMe campaign to cover medical expenses and funeral costs. She wrote: “Aric has had one of two reconstruction surgeries, numerous broken bones, and a brain injury. He has lost the love of his life.” The fundraiser has raised nearly $600,000 as of Wednesday, far surpassing its $100,000 goal.
Another campaign, started by Samantha’s sister Mandi, has raised $37,000 of its $10,000 goal to honor Samantha’s memory.
“Samantha was fearless, and that’s exactly how she lived her last day,” Mandi wrote. “She was so excited to start her life with Aric. You could feel the love on that beach.”
Our deepest condolences go out to Samantha’s family and friends. May she rest in peace.
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Cocky Neighbor Fills My Pond, My Smart Comeback Shows Him Not to Underestimate an Older Woman
When Brian, my overconfident neighbor, filled in my cherished pond while I was away, he unwittingly triggered a clever response from me that proved age and solitude don’t mean you should be underestimated.
I’m Margaret, a 74-year-old who has spent over two decades in my beloved home, where I raised my children and now enjoy visits from my seven grandchildren. The pond, created by my late grandfather, has always been the heart of our family gatherings.
Brian moved in next door five years ago and immediately took issue with the pond. His complaints ranged from the frogs disturbing his sleep to the mosquitoes breeding in the water. Despite my attempts to brush off his grievances, his irritation only grew.
One day, while I was away visiting my sister, Brian decided to take matters into his own hands. When I returned, I was horrified to find that my pond had been filled in and replaced with dirt. I was heartbroken, realizing that years of memories and family joy had been wiped out in an instant.
My neighbor Mrs. Johnson tried to intervene when a team arrived to carry out the work, but they presented documents that seemingly authorized the destruction. Feeling betrayed, I knew who was behind this mess and decided to take action.
I gathered evidence of the pond’s destruction, including footage from a wildlife camera that clearly showed Brian directing the team. With this proof, I contacted the local wildlife conservation office, reporting that the pond was home to a protected species and had been destroyed unlawfully.
The conservation office took immediate action, and soon, Brian was facing a substantial fine for violating environmental laws. My grandson Ethan, a sharp lawyer, helped me file a lawsuit for property damage and emotional distress.
In the midst of this, I had a heart-to-heart with Brian’s wife, Karen, who was unaware of the full story. Once she understood, she felt remorseful and worked to rectify the situation. She supervised the restoration of the pond, and I decided to drop the lawsuit, thanks to Ethan’s diplomatic efforts.
Brian disappeared, humbled by the experience, while Karen and I grew closer. With the pond restored, my family and I could once again enjoy the joy it brought, and I had a new ally in the neighborhood.
Reflecting on it all, I realized that sometimes, unexpected events can lead to new friendships and fresh perspectives. And if there’s a lesson here, it’s that underestimating a determined grandmother can lead to surprising outcomes.
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