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another 1970s piece -- An old, inebriated man came stumbling from the bar. I watched as he collapsed beside the front door of his car. He used the handle on the door to struggle to his feet, Then turned and grossly spewed a pile of vomit on the street. He opened up the door to climb inside and banged his head. I knew that if he drove that car he’d likely wind up dead. Should I help him? Should I try to save this loser’s life? I saw the desperation in the kind eyes of my wife. “Honey, we should help him,” were her very words that night. And so I jumped out of our car, to do what we felt right. I walked up to his door and firmly tapped upon the glass. By now the car was running, and his foot was on the gas. I opened up the door before he put the car in gear, Shoved him to the other side, and climbed inside to steer. “Tell me where you live, old man. You’re way too drunk to drive. I’ll take you home. There is no way you’d make it there alive.” He slobbered out, “I live at four-sixteen Sierra Trail.” I told him, “You’d have killed yourself…or ended up in jail.” “Maybe so,” the fool complained, “but I don’t give a crap.” I fired back, “I’m driving, sir…so you just take a nap. “My wife is going to follow us. We saw how drunk you are. There’s just no way a fool like you should even own a car.” “Mind your own damn business, punk. You’re no friend of mine. Maybe I’m a little drunk…but I can drive just fine.” “Go to sleep,” I told the fool. “I’ll wake you when we’re there. Once we get you safely home, then…I don’t really care. “You can sleep it off inside this car, or on the lawn, But if you think you’re gonna drive this car yourself…you’re wrong. “Actually, I don’t give a damn, but you can thank my wife. She’s the one who made me see that you could lose your life “If someone didn’t stop you…so we made the choice to try. I guess tonight is not the night that you were meant to die!” The guy passed out while I was driving him to where he lives. I’d always heard a person earns rewards for what he gives. We’d given him the help he’d need to make it home that night. It wasn’t in our plans, but still, we knew that it was right. Two weeks later, while I listened to the evening news, Live reports were coming in from all the local crews. “Carlton Nelson, 59, who…just released on bail… Has been convicted many times, and often been in jail “For driving while intoxicated, somehow did survive, But no one else escaped the crash. Though he is still alive… “Tonight he crossed this intersection while the light was red. The driver of the bus…and twenty-seven kids…are dead. “Mr. Nelson lives at four-sixteen Sierra Trail. His friends at Kelley’s bar had raised the funds to pay his bail. “Deputies are telling us they knew he was a threat, But…once he’d done his time…they couldn’t hold the man, and yet… “Many knew the time would come when Nelson’s little vice Would take its toll. Now twenty-eight have died to pay that price.” Let this be a lesson. Let this show you…one and all. Thousands lose their lives each year because of…alcohol. If you think it’s classy…or it somehow makes you “cool,” Have a chat with Carlton Nelson…former “drinking fool.” Carlton never drank again, but, oh…how Carlton wept. And many more are crying still…and seldom have they slept!

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On Driving Drunk

another 1970s piece -- An old, inebriated man came stumbling from the bar. I watched as he collapsed beside the front door of his car. He used the handle on the door to struggle to his feet, Then turned and grossly spewed a pile of vomit on the street. He opened up the door to climb inside and banged his head. I knew that if he drove that car he’d likely wind up dead. Should I help him? Should I try to save this loser’s life? I saw the desperation in the kind eyes of my wife. “Honey, we should help him,” were her very words that night. And so I jumped out of our car, to do what we felt right. I walked up to his door and firmly tapped upon the glass. By now the car was running, and his foot was on the gas. I opened up the door before he put the car in gear, Shoved him to the other side, and climbed inside to steer. “Tell me where you live, old man. You’re way too drunk to drive. I’ll take you home. There is no way you’d make it there alive.” He slobbered out, “I live at four-sixteen Sierra Trail.” I told him, “You’d have killed yourself…or ended up in jail.” “Maybe so,” the fool complained, “but I don’t give a crap.” I fired back, “I’m driving, sir…so you just take a nap. “My wife is going to follow us. We saw how drunk you are. There’s just no way a fool like you should even own a car.” “Mind your own damn business, punk. You’re no friend of mine. Maybe I’m a little drunk…but I can drive just fine.” “Go to sleep,” I told the fool. “I’ll wake you when we’re there. Once we get you safely home, then…I don’t really care. “You can sleep it off inside this car, or on the lawn, But if you think you’re gonna drive this car yourself…you’re wrong. “Actually, I don’t give a damn, but you can thank my wife. She’s the one who made me see that you could lose your life “If someone didn’t stop you…so we made the choice to try. I guess tonight is not the night that you were meant to die!” The guy passed out while I was driving him to where he lives. I’d always heard a person earns rewards for what he gives. We’d given him the help he’d need to make it home that night. It wasn’t in our plans, but still, we knew that it was right. Two weeks later, while I listened to the evening news, Live reports were coming in from all the local crews. “Carlton Nelson, 59, who…just released on bail… Has been convicted many times, and often been in jail “For driving while intoxicated, somehow did survive, But no one else escaped the crash. Though he is still alive… “Tonight he crossed this intersection while the light was red. The driver of the bus…and twenty-seven kids…are dead. “Mr. Nelson lives at four-sixteen Sierra Trail. His friends at Kelley’s bar had raised the funds to pay his bail. “Deputies are telling us they knew he was a threat, But…once he’d done his time…they couldn’t hold the man, and yet… “Many knew the time would come when Nelson’s little vice Would take its toll. Now twenty-eight have died to pay that price.” Let this be a lesson. Let this show you…one and all. Thousands lose their lives each year because of…alcohol. If you think it’s classy…or it somehow makes you “cool,” Have a chat with Carlton Nelson…former “drinking fool.” Carlton never drank again, but, oh…how Carlton wept. And many more are crying still…and seldom have they slept!

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