On May 5th, 1997, I was hit by a drunk driver.
The ironic thing is that I was driving home from work - at a drug and alcohol counseling center. After the collision, I was stunned. My glasses had been thrown from my face in the impact. I remember looking at the other driver and thinking, "He looks drunk. But he can't be. It's only 4:40 in the afternoon." Even without my glasses, I could tell the man was drunk! 3x the legal limit, actually.
I was in rehab for almost 2 years. Why? Because one man made the choice to sit in a bar, drinking, for several hours one rainy, Monday afternoon and then made the choice to get in his truck and drive. Life as I had known it was gone.
If you drink even 1 glass, DON'T drive.
2 comments:
Amen! I was hit by a drunk driver about 12 years ago, it was also in the afternoon. My car was totaled but I was only banged up, and convinced to never drink and drive.
So glad you're here to tell about it.
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