September 15, 2004
Good Luck Bad LuckThis friend of mine, who shall remain nameless because I know him from a twelve-step fellowship, was telling me the story of his two DUI’s here in Florida, and how it’s become quite difficult for him to get back behind the wheel. I want to mention it not to talk about how unfair it is and all...someone who gets two DUI’s really deserves to have to jump through hoops before they can ever be allowed on the road again.
I wanted to talk about his bad luck. The first time he got stopped...er, cited, he ran into the median of the road, just barely missing a police car in front of him. A marked, uniformed, on-duty police officer. Guess who wrote the ticket?
The second DUI occurred after a collision that my friend caused right in front of the Fort Lauderdale Police Station. The report read, “Officers heard a crash and walked to the scene...”
I’m going to admit it here, in front of everyone. I drove intoxicated. I drove really intoxicated. From the age of 17 until I was 34 years old, (minus a couple of years in my twenties), there were moments that I really should not have been behind the wheel of my car and on the road. But I somehow survived, as did anyone driving, cycling or walking nearby. Just lucky I guess.
In all honestly, I probably only drove intoxicated about three or four times a year. And saying that my friend was unlucky is probably not necessarily accurate either, because he was a regular on the road. And if you look at it another way, his luck might have been good, too. He is still alive, and, (as far as I know) he hasn’t killed or harmed anyone with his driving. And the rest of us are lucky that he’s clean today, and not behind the wheel of his vehicle.
Maybe I was a better driver under the influence. I’ve gotten a number of traffic violations in my life, and not one of them while I was using drugs (including alcohol). It could be that my fear of getting stopped caused me to be a tad bit more careful on the road. I never drank so much that I blacked out, so I do have one memory of driving up Powerline Road, every effort made trying to control my vehicle, and thinking “What the hell am I doing out here, driving? Somebody could get hurt?”
Heck, forget about my friend—Thank G-d I’m clean today!
Image by Peter Kuper and used completely without permission
Posted by Bastique at September 15, 2004 11:48 PM