The little boy and the drunk driver

By: Dan Marcou, policeone.com

In my police career I was what some would call “aggressive” in regard to my passion to take drivers off the road for operating a motor vehicle while impaired (OMVWI). It did not come from a hunger for promotion, or a sergeant hounding me. The seed of my passion to become the bane of anyone driving drunk through my bailiwick was sown in my youth long before I could even pronounce the word bailiwick.

THE INCIDENT

Before I share this story, I must tell you that my dearly departed father was firmly in the grasp of alcohol for the first 40 years of my life before he broke the hold it had on him. This afforded me many an opportunity as a youth to see how truly dangerous a drunk human being can be while driving a car. I would like to share with you just one of these instances, which is permanently seared by fear into my memory.

I can’t tell you how young I was when it happened, possibly four or five, or maybe a bit older. It was a day when my dad had left the house on his day off because he was, “Out of cigarettes.” My mom sent me along hoping it would inspire him to come back home after making the purchase. It didn’t. It never did.

Full story: https://www.policeone.com/vehicle-incidents/articles/483241006-The-little-boy-and-the-drunk-driver/