What happened to our conscience?

There's a strange phenomenon happening in New York City that's quite disturbing. I'm not sure if it's happening in other parts of the country but it's a growing problem here. Somehow, it has become commonplace (for lack of a better word) for people to hit someone with their car and then drive away. I don't get it. Perhaps it's because I don't drive everyday but i'm afraid to run over a bird, and I don't even like animals.

A young boy, 15 years old, was hit not once but twice by the same car a block away from his school. How do you put it in your mind to not get out of your car? I know you would be scared, I would be terrified!

Another young boy, 10 I think was hit and killed on a service road in Queens. The driver of the car, in all of his remorse, went home and called his lawyer. He was convicted yesterday to 3 1/2 years in prison. The family of the driver blamed the family of the young boy for the tragedy because he didn't have on a helmet.

I know suffering the consequences of our actions kind of sucks sometimes but really. How does one face themselves in the mirror after causing that kind of destruction. The 15-year-old, last I heard this morning, was declared brain dead. There's a driver of gray/silver Chevy Corsica whose heart should be real heavy right now. But it scares me to think that he/she just doesn't really care at all.