I drink more than I should, but when I go out, I limit myself.
For one thing, I can't afford a DUI. That can cost 10-grand or more in Texas.
But, the biggest thing is that I couldn't live with myself if I killed someone because I was driving drunk.
I like to go listen to my college friends play classic rock at a bar near me, but I nurse a beer or two over a few hours. I know I can drive home safely with that amount of consumption.
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Yeah, I hear you loud and clear. I was with my BIL on the way back to my house. The driver in front of us wiped out the car in front of him.
"Lou, stop, we have to help the driver."
"I don't have any medical knowledge."
"Well I have some, at least I can do something. Let me out of the car." You get any info regarding the car that hit him for the cops.
I managed to get the injured driver to lay across the front seat. So much easier for the paramedics to remove the driver. I also grabbed the end of my dress, tore off a large piece and placed some pressure on an open wound. The driver was bleeding profusely.
My BIL was able to garner enough information for the few seconds the driver stayed there, that one cop car took off and grabbed the driver that caused the accident further down the road. I don' know how but he even got the colors of his eyes.
Because I had the sense to put pressure on his open wound, about two weeks later his wife contacted me and told me I most likely saved his life, according to what the doctors told her.
That was my first encounter with a serious accident. The second one happened right in front of my house. Some kids were racing on my street. They hit a woman hard and she ended up with a compound fracture in her shoulder and elbow. Too dangerous to move her. So I found a pen in her car on the floor. Made a quick release tourniquet and released it every 30 seconds. Kept a close eye on the color of her fingertips.
She also had in her purse, more than three thousand dollars. She had been out collecting and delivering to her makeup customers. She was more worried about that than the accident. I found a piece of paper and another pen in her car to write down my name, phone, and address. About a week later, her husband showed up at my door. I got her purse out of my linen closet and handed it him. The coffee table was clear and I informed him he could use it to count out the money. "No, I trust you. Thank you so much." He was clutching a bunch of photos. He broke down into some of the deepest sobs I have ever heard. I took the pictures from his hand and let him have a really good cry. OMG!!! The steering wheel had pushed the back of her bench type front seat all the way back into the seat of the back seat.
One a drunk driver, the other a bunch of teens clowning around with a lethal weapon. A car. Both accidents in the early 70's. Nobody had been wearing seat belts. Were they even in cars then?
So far my prayers have been answered. I never want to be witness to a serious accident again.