This story will one day be just another lost DUI fatality statistic.
The News Tribune report, which involved a cyclist hit by a suspected drunk driver, was a sidebar notice of a horrifically regular occurrence. These snippets, which often mask a heavy load of grief and despair, are wrapped in civilized language and presented on newsprint. This arm’s length delivery shields the reader from the aching loss of victim’s families, the ripple effect on a community, or the driver’s numbing realization that he or she has killed another human being.
But this story gets worse.
In this case, the young male driver of the vehicle got out of his car and realized he had just killed another young man. But imagine the crippling discovery he made when he realized the lifeless body was that of his best friend. The two had been drinking at the same party, but obviously made completely different decisions on the safest and wisest method of getting home. The irony seems pointless.
One can only imagine the despair that must have suddenly gripped the driver, who must have felt as if his soul were wrenched from his body. But what followed the most horrid and cursed realization of this man’s life was a tragic and fatal decision. He grabbed his gun and ended his life on the spot.
That stat will not be added to this year’s total of DUI deaths. It should be.
Could there be any more poignant lesson on the deadly implications of drinking and driving? If there is a story somehow more tragic, to be honest I don’t want to hear it.