Drunk Driver plows into his own yard....
Drunk Driver plows into his own yard....
So this morning I am headed off with my daughters to get donuts and a few blocks from my house is a house that's got tire tracks going up the snowbank, careening through the front yard (12-16" deep snow) across the driveway, into the side yard and leading up to a Ford pickup truck that is buried to the axles in snow and dirt.....
And it's still running.
On the way home, it was still there. Still running. I became concerned that someone may be in it still, possibly hurt or CO2'd to death.... so I stopped to check it out.
There was nobody in it, but there were empties of Natural Light beer scattered around the cockpit along with spent packs of cigarettes.
Boot tracks meandered from the truck to the door....
I guess he made it home "safely" - but I sure hope he didn't kill anyone along the way.
It was a really stark reminder of some of my own drunken escapades and how grateful I am that those days are well behind me. I shared about this, along with several of my own experiences, this morning at the hospital group that I was volunteering at.
I think about that guy, waking up sometime this afternoon and stumbling bleary-eyed to look out the window and find his buried truck, out of gas and the tracks from snowbank to snowbank across his yard. I think about the shame and the anxiety.... I think about being in those shoes and trying to cover it up somehow... or trying to rationalize it somehow... or thinking 'god I have to stop drinking' but then being back at it later this evening.....
I wish that guy sobriety.
And it's still running.
On the way home, it was still there. Still running. I became concerned that someone may be in it still, possibly hurt or CO2'd to death.... so I stopped to check it out.
There was nobody in it, but there were empties of Natural Light beer scattered around the cockpit along with spent packs of cigarettes.
Boot tracks meandered from the truck to the door....
I guess he made it home "safely" - but I sure hope he didn't kill anyone along the way.
It was a really stark reminder of some of my own drunken escapades and how grateful I am that those days are well behind me. I shared about this, along with several of my own experiences, this morning at the hospital group that I was volunteering at.
I think about that guy, waking up sometime this afternoon and stumbling bleary-eyed to look out the window and find his buried truck, out of gas and the tracks from snowbank to snowbank across his yard. I think about the shame and the anxiety.... I think about being in those shoes and trying to cover it up somehow... or trying to rationalize it somehow... or thinking 'god I have to stop drinking' but then being back at it later this evening.....
I wish that guy sobriety.
Consider getting an AA meeting schedule and sending it (anonymously) to that address C/O the "person with the Ford pickup". You might also want to add a note as to why you're writing.
It's a random act of kindness that just might save a life.
It's a random act of kindness that just might save a life.
Hey awuh.... thats not a bad idea....
Of course, we operate on the principle of attraction, not promotion.
Yet its really hard to see something like that and not do..... something.
Maybe an anonymous letter that just tells MY story.... without judgement of his.
Of course, we operate on the principle of attraction, not promotion.
Yet its really hard to see something like that and not do..... something.
Maybe an anonymous letter that just tells MY story.... without judgement of his.
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