Safe Driving

D.U.I.

 

DUI

Today I reaffirmed a resolution I made 30 years ago, never to Drink and Drive. As the saying goes ” a wise man knows when to come in out of the rain”. It was December 1988 I went to a Christmas party the company spared no expense on the Lavish catering, the Booze flowed like a River and I swam in it like a Fish. What I didn’t take into consideration was driving home 180 miles from N.Y. to Pennsylvania. In over 50 years of Driving I always ran with the leaders, so that means I covered that 180 miles swiftly. Thank God I didn’t kill anyone or myself. I made it home in one piece, slept it off woke up the next Day with a Hangover which was not the biggest headache. The big headache was not finding my car only driven nine thousand miles in my Driveway, I wasn’t that drunk that I didn’t know that I drove it home.

I decided to walk down the Hill looking for my car four or five houses down the road my car was parked in someone’s Driveway. I approached the car in the Yard when the Homeowner came out and said hello, he informed me that I was so Drunk I tried to break into his House when my key didn’t fit the Lock on his front door. He informed me that if he didn’t recognize me he would have shot me. Now I ask you is that a wake-up call or what, that was the last time I drove while being intoxicated. This should not have happened considering that at seventeen I was a passenger in a car that two Drunks were racing each other at speed of over 100. Also knowing that my friend Precious died at nineteen when the car she was a passenger in hit a Lightpole the Driver was Drunk he lived.

I am hard on myself when I do Dumb things even though it happened 30 years ago, so I have no respect for habitual Buzz or drunk Drivers. If you are alive and reading this be happy because I am here to tell you that a Cat only has nine lives, if you don’t expire yours, then someone else. Over the years I have worked with two people that should have both be in a Hospital for Chronic Alcoholism yet they were very good at what they did for a living. One problem if they did not have a shot before their Coffee they would be sick as in ill.Thank God they used Public Transportation. What I am saying is Driving intoxicated is Russian Roulette same as Smoking cigarettes it’s a matter of when and how. When I drive 1100 miles in good time stopping every 3 or 4 hundred miles I appreciate what it means to be Sober.

Once I had a Cold, listening to old wives Talk that a shot of Brandy in hot Tea was good, I might have finished my Tea but my rear Bumper came home in the backseat. When that happened I was an accomplished Drinker, how it choose to affect you is solely up to your Body Chemistry. If you have never experienced the feelings of being intoxicated while being behind the wheel, don’t even think it. It is an absolute Jackass way of Dying in mangled Steel and Glass rearranging your Body Structure. For weeks I have been debating that it was time that I write something on Drunk Driving, the events of 11/15/18 produced this Blog. It was one O’clock in the afternoon traveling a strip of Road posted 45 MPH, entering this road is difficult because the Buildings are right up to the intersection, making visibility difficult.

A Truck got to the intersection first, it’s standard operations for a Truck to swing wide while making turns. A car was second to arrive at the intersection, Being impatient the Driver of the car squeezed to the right of the Truck. The opposing traffic was steady so they both had to wait, out of the blue a Bicyclist joined the fray to the right of the impetus Driver in the car triple Jeopardy was brewing. Observing all this twenty feet from this fateful intersection, as soon as I passed I glanced over my shoulder to see the Bicycle mangled under the car’s front right tire and the rider laying on the grass five feet from his Bicycle. This poor rider learned a painful lesson about being patient if the Driver of the Truck was as impatient as the other two the outcome would have been catastrophic.

That was the start of my Day, coming home twelve Am was the real catastrophe stopping for the light at Lake road and Tarpon spring Blvd was like any other stoplight. What happened after the light changed was straight out of the Movies, a Truck five cars in front of me suddenly gunned its engine veered in front of me trying to pass in the right lane, went off the Road then back onto the Road then immediately flipped and rolled five times into the woods. I immediately pulled over put on my flashing lights on and ran towards the vehicle resting on it’s Roof. My first instinct was that they were all dead, as soon as I got to the Vehicle a Man and a Woman crawled through the damaged Windows on each side of the vehicle screaming frantically.

Roadside Graves

Being  trained how to handle emergency situations I approached the vehicle cautiously evaluating imminent danger of the Vehicle bursting into flames. After determining that it was safe to get closer to the Vehicle I yelled out ” is there anyone else in the Vehicle. It seemed that I asked the lifesaving question, injured and bleeding the the Woman lunged back into the Vehicle on her Belly crawling into the cab and exiting with a Car seat with a two year old in it. Within two minutes of all of this there wasn’t a sound made by the infant, as the Mother’s body made it halfway out of the upside down Truck she handed me the Baby, that was the first sign of Life from the Baby when it cried.

Still in control a foot away from the Truck I smelled Gas, other Drivers who came to help started to gather, I pulled the Mother and Child fifteen feet from the Vehicle and ordered everyone away from the Vehicle called 911 and resumed my trip home. From an accident investigation point of view, Drugs or Alcohol was to blame for this Catastrophe. Can you imagine the nerve of this Driver with an infant in the Vehicle, bad enough that you don’t value your life but what of the rest of us. As I have said before its not a matter of if but when and how, as long as you continue to Drink and Drive

Life, Parenting And Relationships

Grinding Axes

Grinding Axes

Have you ever witnessed an extraordinary act of kindness  such as someone behind you in the checkout line offered to pay for your few items. Mind boggling to the skeptics trying to figure the motivation. There is nothing to figure some people believe that you do a good deed and you receive what you have sown. Some people their positive mental attitude is just that infectious, those are my kind of people no down bringers no Haters just people trying to get along with the rest of the World and not blaming it for their shortcomings. Some people they go to sleep angry and awake the same way, not even knowing why. My Mother was one that was great for paraphrasing, her favorite” an Ax to Grind” in this World there are too many Axes to Grind, Color, Socioeconomic, Religion and Gender to name a few.

It seems that once Cain’s hands were stained with Blood Mankind was never able to wash them clean and once our Minds contaminated with Hate that’s how it remains for Generations. Yet the Bible teaches to forgive and forget, Psychologists tells us in order to heal one should forget the hurt, let go and move on with your life. The bad part is those who need psychological help don’t seek it. All I know is if there were something eating at me for years and is pushing me over the edge to act on it, first I would seek help, if the Ax that I was grinding was consuming my every thought, pushing me to the edge Of destruction, I would check myself in voluntarily, why should I take innocent people with me. If there is a Virus within you kill it.

Grinding an Ax for years then acting out by killing a bunch of innocent people is the Cowardly thing to do, the brave thing is to recognize  what you have allowed yourself to become and eradicate the problem. I know that I am sounding Brutally frank  but the Saga never ends. September 2001 a Bunch of Fanatical Haters flew Planes into Buildings that my Coworkers were in, nine hundred of them perished. You think that we would take Head to how far Hate can push you and knowing that all those Fanatical Haters aren’t Dead, just laying low to strike again while we wallow in our own pettiness. Eleven years later yet another act of Terrorism, this time homegrown, make no mistake perpetrating hateful acts of crime on Society is nothing short of Terrorism.

The Sandy Hook Elementary School shooting occurred on December 14, 2012, in Newtown, Connecticut when 20-year-old Adam Lanza fatally shot 20 children between six and seven years old, as well as six adult staff members. Before going to the school, he shot and killed his mother at their Newtown home. This young man allowed the hate within to consume him, then he unleashed it on helpless innocent children. That’s what the hate virus do it makes you blame everyone except the one who owns the problem. Four years later the Pulse shootings,On June 12, 2016, Omar Mateen, a 29-year-old security guard, killed 49 people and wounded 53 others in a terrorist attack inside Pulse, a gay nightclub in Orlando Florida.

Orlando Police Department officers shot and killed him after a three-hour standoff, yet another Hater who hated Gays and anyone who doesn’t share his Faith.On February 14, 2018, a gunman opened fire at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School in Parkland, Florida, killing seventeen students and staff members and injuring seventeen others. Witnesses identified nineteen-year-old former student Nikolas Cruz as the assailant, and he was arrested in Coral Springs by the Broward County Sheriff’s Office shortly after he escaped the scene; Cruz had purchased food at Walmart and McDonald’s restaurants after leaving the scene of the shooting. I guess he felt good about what he had just accomplished with no remorse, to the point where he could eat with lack of conscience.

Cruz confessed to being the perpetrator, and he was charged with 17 counts of premeditated murder and 17 counts of attempted murder. Police and prosecutors have not yet offered a motive and are investigating “a pattern of disciplinary issues and unnerving behavior”.  And so we have another case of the hate virus consuming its incubator. Being Molested at fourteen didn’t make me hate Gays to Massacre them being a victim of Police brutality didn’t make me hate all Cops, neither incidents left me an Ax to Grind.  I must be a Genius to have learned at an early age that there is good and bad in all walks of Life, and that Life wasn’t fair. While I see people around me Grinding Axes that were around before Jesus Christ, Nomads against Jews against Christians against Catholics against Protestants where does it ends. Get over it we will not all look alike, talk alike think alike or Worship alike, if you killed all of us who didn’t fit in your Box, who would there be to feed your little  Ego that you are better than a Cockroach with a Gun. Just talking about the Subject puts a damper on my good vibes and values remember you can’t teach values to your kids they learn from how you live your lives. If you grind Axes in front of your Kids don’t be surprised when they grow up with your sharpened Axes, whacking at Society.