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DON’t drink and dRIVE!!!

27 Jun 2011 Leave a Comment

by jasmineluv86 in Accidents, Alcoholics, culture, dance, dating, Death, Drinking, entertainment, Food, fun, Uncategorized Tags: alcoholic beverages, cars, drinking & driving, MADD, motor accidents, VIP

Don’t drink and drive; you might cost someone their life or loose yours!!!

I was opportuned to attend a VIP class (Victim Impact Panel) hosted by MADD (Mothers against Drunk Driving). They had three major speakers. These are their stories! You don’t want to be in their position; it brought tears to the eyes of their audience.

Dylan: About 60 years old… Caucasian male…

He started with telling us about his daughter, she was a high school volleyball coach who lived in California. Dylan and his wife got a call at 5:00 AM on a weekend. He said he knew it had to be bad news. They were told to come to California immediately, that his daughter had been hit by a drunk driver. He took his ailing wife and they boarded the first flight out of Dallas to California. His wife has Lupus and heart problems. When they got there, his daughter was laying there in the bed looking lifeless. He asked the doctor what her condition was and he did some basic tests and said nothing. They waited in the room 24-hrs and decided to confront the doctor. The doctor said they had to keep her for 72-hrs. Dylan found out later that his daughter was already dead and had been on life support. I guess that explained all the tubes. He went on to explain the vents that precede this dilemma. His daughter was out of school for summer. She was supposed to be coming home to Dallas in two weeks. I don’t remember his daughter’s name. Well she had gone out to lunch at a restaurant with some friends. They finished and were outside the restaurant chatting… Meanwhile, Tonya just left the restaurant. She had a designated driver but took the keys from her friend and decided to drive. She left from the same restaurant as Dylan’s daughter. She got in the car, revved up and went over the median. She was speeding towards Dylan’s daughter and her friends. The other ladies jumped one way, and Dylan’s daughter jumped in the wrong direction. Because two seconds later, his daughter’s skull was smashed across the pavement. Dylan received a letter a couple of months later from a by-stander that saw the whole thing. She said that his daughter had died on the spot and the ambulance had tried to revive her when they got there. Tonya, received a free ride to jail, placed a bond of $75,000 and paid a lawyer $27,000. She went to trial about a year and a half later and got 6 years in jail. Dylan and his wife were never the same. His wife died from lupus after several heart complications, several years later. He has tried to commit suicide twice but hasn’t succeeded… He said Lupus didn’t kill his wife; she died from “A Broken Heart!” Think twice before you drink and drive!

Mrs. Hunter: 58 years old… Caucasian female… Nurse…

Misty Don Hunter was 21 and would be 22 on January 4^th 2002. On the night of December 5^th 2001, Misty hugged her mother tightly before she left for Durant, Oklahoma with her friend African-American friend Toni. She told her mother she didn’t want to go but she had promised Toni she would drive her to the party in Durant. Mrs. Hunter went to sleep that night and woke up at about 7 am the next morning. She couldn’t go back to sleep. She said she knew her daughter was dead and was lying on highway TX-121. She wanted to go there; put on her robe, found her keys and ran to the door. Her car was blocked in by her foster-son’s car on one side and the other side was Toni’s car but she couldn’t find the keys. She ran to her foster-son’s room and tried to wake him. Knowing him, she said he could sleep through a tornado! She went back and laid in bed, keys and purse in hand. About two hours later, her foster-son’s wife came to her room and told her that two officers were at the door. The younger officer looked very young, he probably was about 18 and it looked like it was his first notification/visit, cos he broke down and cried while delivering the news of her daughter’s death to her. The older officer took over and told her that there was another lady in the passenger seat. She was also dead! As she stood there staring at the officer in shock, one of Toni’s sons walked up to her and said “Where is mama?” He was five! Later she was told that Misty and Toni had left the party at about 2:30 am and were headed back home. As soon as they merged unto the highway, they got rammed in by a drunk driver. Toni was very tiny; she was 4’3 and weighed about 98lbs. The very sudden impact of her airbag smashed her against the seat. It busted the top of her head wide open. Misty on the other hand was about 5’3 and a 125lbs. Her head snapped back from the impact and broke her neck. Mrs. Hunter was crying inaudibly by this time and I looked around and a couple of mothers around me were crying too. Well the police couldn’t find Toni’s family. Mrs. Hunter said they lived in San Antonio but her car was registered in her father’s name. They were able to track them down at about 12:30 pm that afternoon and inform them of this disheartening news. Mrs. Hunter was called to go to the morgue and identify her daughter. They prepared Misty and she was lying on her side in a fetal position with both hands clasped together under her head. Mrs. Hunter was wailing and begged to take Misty home. She said she was a nurse and she could take care of her and nurse her back to health. She finished with saying, I had only one daughter! I wanted grandkids! Mothers are not supposed to bury their children; it’s supposed to be the other way around. She has not been the same ever since. She is asthmatic… Had some complications at work and was told to go to the hospital. She got there and sat in her car and begged God to take her life but remembered her daughter’s warning that if anyone of them died before the other, the other must go on living. So she opened the door to the hospital walked in and got treatment. She also has one son, two step-sons and two foster-sons… Toni’s two sons now live with their father Brandon, she never gets to see them anymore…

Thomas Jones: African-American male… Ex-Police Officer (11yrs) and State Trooper (10yrs)…

Seen it all; heard it all!!! He was at a bar one night, talking to the bouncer at the door and noticed someone in the backseat of his patrol car. He walked up to the car, opened the back door and this guy yelled at him “Taxi! Take me to Fort Hood!” The police officer looked at the man and said this is not a taxi, don’t you see the white and black and big lights on top of the car? He asked the man, are you drunk? The man replied, yes! I parked my car, I can’t drive and I getting a taxi, obviously so come on! He told the man to step out of the car, patted him down and felt his keys in his pocket. He asked the man to show him his car. They walked around the building to the parking lot and the man pointed at his car. Mr. Thomas took him to Fort Hood that night because he made the right choice. As soon as they got to Fort Hood, the man pointed to a building, not sure if it was his but the police officer dropped him off there. Make the right choice!

Couple of Facts!

The legal BAC (Blood Alcohol Content) in all states is 0.08%
Every 45 minutes, someone dies because of a drunk driver.
If you are arrested for DWI, your license will immediately be suspended.
If you weigh about 150lbs; at three and a half drinks or three beers and you are at limit! (Check a BAC calculator online for more info)
The only way to sober up is time! No cold showers, eating or ten bottles of water! Alcohol leaves the body at 0.015% per hour! (Do the Math!)

There’s so much to lose!!!

jail time
court costs
loss of job/loss of income
attorneys fees
increased insurance rates
car impound and towing fees
loss of driving privileges
cost of drivers education classes
cost and inconvenience of ignition interlock device installed on car
community service time
and the worst consequence of drunk driving is injuring or killing someone

My First Sunday

27 Feb 2011 Leave a Comment

by jasmineluv86 in Africa, art, culture, Food, Foreign, fun, love, Movies, music, new bloggers, Nigeria, Uncategorized Tags: Bliss, Church, Faith, Fellowship, Happiness, love, Roman Catholic, St. Joseph, Worry

I woke up early this morning! My alarm was set the night before to 9:00am but I woke up on my own about 8 O’clock. I had this song stuck in my head all morning; “He LIVES in me! (Lion King).” I found it on youtube and played it all morning while I went over the scriptures I had been given a month ago by my aunt. A couple of verses for you.. Romans 5 vs 3-5,8 also Romans 2 vs 12. After pondering over it for a while, i got up and got ready for church.

Guess what! I was early and got a really good seat too.. FYI (My church gets pretty packed, standing room only if you are late!) We always get a hymn leaflet and a bulletin. I was a handed a smaller and different hymn leaflet hence my story. I walked in, sat down and said a prayer before the service started. My neighbor had some headphones connected to an A-TRACK or so I thought until I asked her and she said it was a hearing aid. When the service started, I couldn’t find the songs in my leaflet. I looked across at my neighbor and she shared hers with me. She (I’ll tell you her name later) was an older woman, couldn’t really guess her age and I’m pretty good at this.. Anyways I would say mid-sixties. For some reason she reminded me of “Mary Poppins” She was dressed like a maiden in one those old movies. She had a black long sleeve turtle neck underneath a dress. She also had lace scarf draped over her head. No, I wasn’t staring at her the whole service, I only got a good look at her afterwards when we were exchanging pleasantries.

My neighbor gave me her hymn leaflet during the middle of the service and I ended up sharing it with her. There were passages in the service, the second one resonated with me the most.

Reading 2: Matthew 6 vs 24-34

Jesus said to his disciples:
“No one can serve two masters.
He will either hate one and love the other,
or be devoted to one and despise the other.
You cannot serve God and mammon.

“Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life,
what you will eat or drink,
or about your body, what you will wear.
Is not life more than food and the body more than clothing?
Look at the birds in the sky;
they do not sow or reap, they gather nothing into barns,
yet your heavenly Father feeds them.
Are not you more important than they?
Can any of you by worrying add a single moment to your life-span?
Why are you anxious about clothes?
Learn from the way the wild flowers grow.
They do not work or spin.
But I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor
was clothed like one of them.
If God so clothes the grass of the field,
which grows today and is thrown into the oven tomorrow,
will he not much more provide for you, O you of little faith?
So do not worry and say, ‘What are we to eat?’
or ‘What are we to drink?’or ‘What are we to wear?’
All these things the pagans seek.
Your heavenly Father knows that you need them all.
But seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness,
and all these things will be given you besides.
Do not worry about tomorrow; tomorrow will take care of itself.
Sufficient for a day is its own evil.”

The service continued..

When it was time for Holy Communion, my neighbor lifted the hmmm.. (I don’t know what its called but u know the stuff u kneel down on to pray? Catholics help me out!) Well that, she pulled up two crutches and I’m thinking OMG!!! She’s wounded! No thats not it, I step aside and get in line and she has one leg.. I got my holy communion, got back to my seat, knelt down and cried. All I could say was that I was soooooo sorry God for complaining about everything, from my present situation to my past.. just really sorry about nagging Him, not believing or having Faith..

When the service was over, she gave me a really warm hug and she said ” I feel like I’ve known you a long time” then she smiled.. While we were walking out of the church out of curiousity, I asked her what her name was. She turned to me, smiled and said “Piggy!” very giggly..lol I said what? And she replied Piggy, thats what I’m called. I told her mine and we parted ways but not before I turned around and said see you next “First Sunday!”

When you worry so much about anything and everything, think about those that have nothing and yet give everything! My Blessing today was not the sermon but God sent me “Piggy” for a reason… What’s yours?

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05 Feb 2011 1 Comment

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