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Want
to see a policeman cry? Would you like to see him bury his face in
his hands, bawl like a baby and slam his fist into the side of his
patrol car? It's easy.
Start
by refusing to listen to your wife when she suggests that she drive.
Don't be a wimp. Assert yourself. Say, "Aw, heck, I can drive
better with a few beers under my belt than you can cold sober."
Twenty
minutes later you are standing in the dark on the side of the
highway with broken glass and spilled gasoline around. Your wife is
screaming, pinned beneath the jagged edges of twisted metal. Your two
year old daughter is silent. Your six year old son is sprawled face
down 30 feet away.
The
policeman smells the alcohol on your breath when you try to explain,
and he's not gentle as he pushes you into the patrol car and tells
you to shut up. Then he pauses to wipe tears before he turns his
attention to what's left of your family and your car.
Congratulations.
You've made a policeman cry.
This
story could be about anyone who chooses to drink and drive.
Please
stop and think twice before you do it.
(©
1997 Michael Ferguson.
Used with permission.)
~Michael
Ferguson's Home Page~
Is
it worth it?
Find
a ride...take a cab...make someone the designated
driver...please...just don't drink and drive!
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