A letter to drunk driving…
Early morning, in 2014, you unleashed a nightmare that haunts us every day. You killed my youngest son, but not without a fight. You stole a brother, grandson, nephew, cousin, and best friend. You also stole what I’m sure would have been the greatest uncle to two of the most precious children I have ever laid eyes on. You stole his future. I hate you. I hate this day and all the memories that come flooding back. BUT, I promised Michael I would not stop fighting you. And I won’t.
I hate that every year you kill over 10,000 people on roadways and cause 300,000 injuries per year. I hate that certain bars over serve then care less about turning you loose to kill others on the streets. You are senseless, destructive, devastating and completely preventable.
Hate is a strong word. But I am still angry and righteous anger is allowed.
You kill, steal and destroy; but Jesus came so that we may have life, and have it to the full. And full we are; full of love and strength that you will never destroy. I don’t know how to stop you or why your numbers are on the rise. I will never understand. But here’s what I do know, that I serve a God whose ways are higher than mine and works things for the good of those who love Him.
By the way, you didn’t win. Jesus got the last word 5 days later. It may be Sunday, but Thursday is coming.
Fighting you forever,