Alcohol Drinking and Driving Lakeshore Deaths
Metal on metal. Crushing each other completely oblivious to in fragile contents it holds. Rolling over in to a tree crushing all hopes and dreams that could've have possibly existed in the piece of steel. Four kids died getting pizza by getting hit by a drunk driver a half a mile from the comfort of my own home.
Spinning my bike wheels on this endless pavement I rode into the night. My perfectly content mind was happy with the wind hitting my face and the smell of freshly cut grass leaking into my nostrils. Life was simple and I was frankly unaware of the horror that was happening at the same moment of my weekly exercises.
As I come up to this intersection, I see these red and blue flashing lights at the road ahead. Not concerned about the police raiding some guys car or giving the endless tickets out I turn mindlessly through a shortcut. The shortcut then comes out onto the road that the cops were on, and I begin to wonder. The road is completely shut down. Why? I go up to this scene of the crime and see flares excluding this road from all traffic. This four lane road was deathly quiet. NOT even the cops spoke as the lit they're flares.
Rolling up to the scene of the accident I saw a cop pulling a tarp.over a mangled red car. Chevrolet was the only thing i noticed from this car, and it made me think. I drive a Chevrolet. The news van drove up to the parking lot I was standing in. This is when I understand that this is a tragic event that I'm witnessing.
"Get the tapes, camera. We have to record this ASAP" The Channel 4 Reporter shouted at her co-workers
A woman was standing on the side of the road screaming and hollering at the top of her lungs, before her words were only a blur but I now focus on the nuances of every word she spat out. Her presence was, to say the least, very hostile and degrading. Her words we simple but they were expressed in the loudest tone that she could manage.Wearing a t-shirt too big for her, and boils covered her neck up. A very atrocious siting to say the least but far lesser of an evil than she had just created tonight. Hair combed with gray streaks, weighing in around two hundred pounds this extremely drunken women shouted in the face of an officer of the law. As I look back at this story i realize that the officer held his ground and completely did the right thing at the moment. He understood that the more This women spoke the more see revealed to the courtroom in the court case of her against the people she had just hit.
The officers later asked me to leave this scene because I must respect those who have fallen. Then at that moment a twitch in my eye saw a very large puddle of blood running down from the mangled car cover by a tarp. This women, or so called attempt at a human being killed someone tonight and she just walked away like it was nothing. My ride home was not as simple as the one there because my head raced with ideas. Wrapping my mind around the concept of a drunk smashing into me, my Chevrolet.
The next morning came slower than all the rest of the morning that rose over this perfectly planned block of houses. St. Patrick's Day was the day to be celebrated today. At some moments during this particular morning I felt as the sun stood still in the sky as if to signify all that happens around me at this one moment. Was someone getting crashed into? Did someone just die as I took a bite of my Wheaties. The newspaper sitting on the other side of the table, and I already knew was it held within its pages. My father diligently reading the economics section, which he tends to read everyday, skipping completely over the headline news. I grabbed the newspaper and read until my eyes got numb from distaste.
This so called woman "Frances Patricia Dingle" was conveniently placed on the front page of the newspaper. We glorify the devil and he will never die. A conversion van was the choice of weapon this time for Frances, and she choose to go up to speeds of 60 to 80 mph. Why? Because she was drunk. Alcohol and gasoline do not mix in labs or on the streets. Weaving in and out of traffic say witnesses right before she crashed. She was coming up to an intersection with a one way turn and lose control of her vehicle and drove into the car waiting at the red light. Not only was she in a conversion van going 65 mph at the time of the crash but she was intoxicated with a reading of .20 BAC.Two and a half times the legal limit of .08. This meant that she didn't even try to stop the car from taking the lives of these innocent people. There were four teenagers in the car completely blind to the fact that they were about to die.
Erica Haudek, 15, Jordan Michalak, 16, Stephanie Currie, 16, and Devon Spurlock, 19 were just average teenagers that were not so different from you and I. They were enjoying a school night with their close friends, carefree and happily. The way life should be. They simply decided to go out and get pizza. But as that conversion van came crashing into their car unsuspectingly, three of them died instantly and one made it to the morning to die at the hospital. A most tragic event to the most innocent of all humans.
St. Patrick's Day went by as it usually does. Drinkers drink, and coppers ticket the drinkers. The most horrific accident occured on the eve of St. Patrick's Day and everyone went about their business as no signs were given.
Carefree was a thing of the past in my neighborhood. Because we now know that the number one killer of teens is drunk driving accidents. The reaper was in town and no one paid any attention to him. Life should be enjoyable and blissful, but now it has a new turn of events. I respect the dead for who they are and who they were. And I hate the so called living for what they have done to the most pure of people there can be. They had a future ahead of them, and now "Frances" is going away for her future.
Once again alcohol ruins the dream of many dreamers
Life is as fragile as an wine glass in your hand, why put alcohol in your system to raise the risk level up a color!
