dry counties

Dry Counties A Story by debileah don't drink and drive

 

 

     The sadness, the sorrow and the agony of this broken heart does bleed. The color of crimson a brilliant red as the phone call came in that my son lay dead in the coldness of the morgue. A foolish man in a drunken stupor driving erradically through the streets of town. He would not relinguish his keys to his designated driver, or the bartender's pleas. At this very moment, he is no longer free, he sits in a prison cell for the next ten years, the sentence he is to serve does not dry this mother's tears. Nothing can bring back the life of my son which he so carelessly took for granted on that horrible night of April 15th 2007.  Another life was taken too. That of a young woman, the mother of the child whose life my son saved. She was also a victim, and now lies in her grave. If we've angels among us, it is these two beautiful people who did not deserve to die in the prime of their lives. How I wish drinking and driving were completely and totally illegal. For driving is not a right, it is a privilege. I've heard of dry counties here in the United States. Wish I lived in one, my son and she might still be alive. Too bad we don't have a dry country, but that is a shame and a pure fantasy of mine. I know we can never go back to prohibition, but the road should be a sober place. As safe a place as we can make it to be. So there would be stiffer penalties for anyone consuming alcohol or drugs. Intense prevention programs assigned to offenders and such.

I don't think this is too much to ask. Anyway, this is just my opinion.