It’s funny how life works out, sometimes. You go along doing what you’ve always done and then all of a sudden, out of nowhere, you get a wake up call. The wake-up call makes you rethink the decisions you’ve made and might make in the future. The call may be just enough to push you over the edge into something you’d considered but had never followed through. That’s what happened to be a few weeks ago.
A friend of mine was headed home to his wife and newborn daughter when he got in a terrible accident. I received word alcohol was involved and it happened less than a mile from his home in his neighborhood. It was a single car accident that ultimately claimed his life. He was friend of mine but a best friend to some of my closest friends. I was in shock and couldn’t believe what I was reading when I saw the news on Facebook. It really did seem like a dream because he was always one of those people who lit up the room with his energy. He always made sure everyone around him was having a good time.
I found out on a Saturday morning that he had passed and that night I was to work at Stampede Houston. I’ve worked in night clubs nearly half my life and have probably driven myself home one too many times when I should not have done so. I know I’m not alone in this regard. It’s not something anyone wants to admit but it’s the truth. An ugly truth if nothing else.
I made a decision that Saturday that I would never drive after I’d been drinking again. Every weekend since the passing of my friend I’ve turned to Uber for a ride to and from where ever I’m going because I have too much to give up. Some would say that the cost of a DWI should be enough to scare anyone away from drinking and driving but the cost of your life is immeasurable.
The Uber from my place to Stampede is 15 bucks one way and 30 bucks round trip and that seems like a small price to pay to be safe. I don’t buy in to the hype and fear mongering around anti-Uber articles because I know that at the end of the day my life is my responsibility. If I don’t feel safe, I won’t get in the Uber, it’s simple. Also, I always let someone know that I’m getting into the Uber so there is another person aware of my situation.
I only tell this story because I hope that it will inspire you to stop drinking and driving. Add in the Uber expense into the cost of your night out. You’ll feel great knowing your keys are in your pocket but you don’t have to drive home. Plus, it may give you reason to have another drink without worry.
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