Dear Drunk Driver,

Let me tell you about my sister. She’s a mom to 2 young kids, a secretary at a school, an avid volunteer for the Specials Olympics, the president of the board at her son’s preschool, a loving wife, my best friend, and just an all around good human being. Oh, and she almost died.

She was t-boned at a high rate of speed. The side of her car was pushed in two feet. They took her away in an ambulance, and when my mom got to her at the hospital she had blood all over her clothes. Somehow she managed to walk away with only a broken nose, a very bruised and battered face, and soreness throughout her entire body.

Remember those kids I mentioned? Yesterday I watched them stand next to their mother and sob because the thought of their favorite person being hurt was almost too much for them to bear. We had to peel them away from her so she could sleep and they could have a minute to breathe.

What, you ask, does this have to do with you? You chose to go out drinking. No big deal, right? It wouldn’t have been if you hadn’t allowed yourself to get so drunk that you could no longer make sound decisions. You chose to get into your car and drive. I wish someone had stopped you. You hit my sister. You almost killed her.

I am working on forgiveness because I know being angry won’t change the situation, but it isn’t coming easily. Somehow, however, my sister is not mad. She says this has provided her a new perspective on life and made her more thankful for what she has. She’s a better person than I am.

I have one request for you. Please, please, learn from this. Use this as a means to teach others to not do what you did. Next time you drink let someone else drive, it’s that simple.

From,

Me