Sad Stories About DUI

April 15, 2019 0 By admin

 

Drunken driving stories are always tragic, but none are more sickening than the 5 a.m. fatalities.


DFW commuters, long hardened by gridlocked highways, will point to the 5 a.m. hour as your best bet for getting to work on time.

Unless you are hit head-on by a drunk whose alcohol-induced stupidity has led him or her to point their vehicle the wrong way on the freeway. Then you meet the same fate as 28-year-old Crystal Nuncio: You wind up dead.

The stories are always tragic when it comes to drunks killing innocents as a result of recklessly getting behind the wheel. But none are more sickening than the 5 a.m. fatalities, when the wrecks generally involve two disparate kinds of people — the ones beginning their day and the ones still reeling from the night before. Or put more coldly, the responsible ones and the reprehensible ones.

Saturday it was a sturdy, loving mom driving her two children to a caretaker’s house before heading to her day shift. In this case, the mom’s job was as a dispatcher for Garland fire and police.

Drunk driver who killed boyfriend tells her story

An evening out turned tragic when Christine Alexander made the decision to get behind the wheel of a car with a blood alcohol concentration level of 0.14 (almost twice the legal limit). Alexander crashed her vehicle into her boyfriend, who was ahead of her on his motorcycle. He flew 65’ into the air, crashed onto her windshield and then landed on the pavement. He did not survive.

After serving 120 days in a women’s correctional facility, and 5 years probation, Alexander made it her goal in life to share her story in order to show people the harsh reality of drunk driving. She is now a professional speaker on the dangers of drugs and alcohol, with the goal of helping others to avoid the trauma she has experienced.

Dad hopes son’s tragic story will prevent other drunk-driving deaths

Mark Nichols of Highlands Ranch sat down with his teenage son, Matthew, and one of Matthew’s friends. He had a pair of dice in his hand. He told them that if he rolled anything other than snake eyes, he’d pay them $10. But if he rolled snake eyes, they’d owe him $1, 000.

A few minutes later, the boys had won $70. But then Nichols rolled a one and a two — and the boys realized how close they’d come to big debt. They said they didn’t want to play anymore.

“I said, ‘Every time you drink and drive, you’re rolling the dice, ‘” Nichols says. “‘And it’s going to come up one time and it’s going to be snake eyes, and you’re going to pay the price.'”