When I was in high school, more than a few years ago, I went to work and my supervisor didn’t show up. She was a year older than me and we had a lot of good times on the job. We had argued the day before and I didn’t get a chance to apologize for it. Her and four other people were coming into town from Floresville, and got into a bad wreck. They said she wasn’t drunk, but the rest of them were. She was in the back seat — none of them had seat belts on — and when the car flipped over on the open road because the driver was too drunk to react to a simple turn in the road, she was thrown out of the window and killed.
Now four people that were in the car have to live with that for the rest of their lives, knowing that if they had been responsible and not driven under the influence, she might be here today.
As for me, the next day I went out to the location of the accident with a few friends, and I got to apologize to all that was left of her. But now 15 years later I still remember that and don’t even think about driving after drinking. I gave up drinking altogether, because it only hurts you or someone you love.
Every time I get in my car and buckle my seat belt, making sure everyone in the car has theirs on before I drive away, there is one thing on my mind so vivid I had to tell you about: the red spot on the road.
Please don’t take that chance.
– Neal (San Antonio, TX)