Something that crosses our news timeline a lot is stories about people who get killed by drunk drivers. All too often, it’s innocent people who die in these tragic and unnecessary accidents, not the drivers themselves. Why is that? Is there some Karmic twist at play here, where the drunk driver is supposed to learn something from his or her actions? If so, it’s cruel. More likely it’s just random. Plenty of drunk drivers diet, too. Here’s what I happen to know: most people think of themselves when they talk about “don’t drink and drive.” They’re thinking that their kids will be without their parents, or the parents will be without their child. They worry about the loss of their own lives without thinking about the fact that they may kill an innocent person. This fictional story below perfectly illustrates what happens when an innocent person gets caught up in someone else’s mess.
I went to the party and remembered what you said. You asked me not to drink alcohol. So I drank a Sprite.
I felt proud of myself, as you said I should feel. You said I should not drink and drive, contrary to what some friends told me. I made a healthy choice and your advice was correct, as all you give me forever.
When the party finally ended, people began to drive without being able to do so. I went to my car with the certainty that he would return home in peace. I never imagined what awaited me, Mom. Now I’m lying in the street and I hear the policeman say: “The kid that caused this accident was drunk.” Mom, his voice seems so distant. My blood is spilled everywhere and I’m trying with all my might to not moan. I can hear the doctors say, “This girl is going to die.” I have the certainty that the young man, who ran at full speed, decided to drink and drive, and now I have to die.
Why do people do this, Mom, knowing that this is going to ruin many lives? The pain is cutting me like a hundred knives. Tell my sister not to cry, tell Daddy to be strong. And when I go to heaven, I’ll be watching for you all. Someone should have taught that boy, its wrong to drink and drive. Maybe if his parents would have said, I would not be dying now. My breath is getting weaker, more and more. Mom, these are my last moments and I feel so desperate. I wish I could hug Mom, while I’m lying here dying. I wish I could tell you how much I love you, Mom. So .. I love … you … goodbye … ”
