Narrative Essay On Drunk Driving

My mom’s voice begins to quiver as she talks to my dad over the phone. I try to hold onto every wavering word between the two, but I can only make out a few. Accident. Ambulance. Totaled for sure. Drunk man. Immediately, I begin to shake in alarm and anxiety. I felt something wet on my cheek. I then realized I was crying in fear. My mom pulled my younger sister out of dance class and we rushed to Hosley Avenue. It felt like the longest drive ever, especially because we had to take a lengthy route since the roads proceeding the site were blocked off from further traffic. My dad began to walk towards our car, in a stiff hobble. He was okay. Seeing him caused my eyes to fill with tears of relief. My dad began to explain the details of what had happened. Him and his friend were driving along in my dads white GMC pickup truck, pretty much brand new, with a grill from a catering job. At the bottom of the windy Snake Hill, another car shot down, blazing out of control. My dad swerved the car around to try to avoid

While I was fortunate my dad did not suffer fatal injuries, this night was an eye opener for my entire family about the impact and reality of drunk driving. Although there are numerous legal consequences to drunk driving, such as fines or loss of a driver’s license, the emotional impact cause far greater trauma to the person who was hit by the drunk driver. People who experience an accident that causes a death in the family can never be repaid by the drunk driver for this loss. Justice will never be served to the many families who have lost someone to destructive driving. They are forced to endure the seven stages of grief: shock, denial, bargaining, guilt, anger, depression, and we can hope that they finally reach the point of acceptance. Mourning isn’ t a one day process at the funeral, it takes years upon years to overcome the nightmares, isolation, and