When my husband turned into our neighborhood at twilight on the Sunday of Memorial Day weekend, I was relieved that we had escaped the threat of holiday weekend drunk driving. Within minutes, I discovered that my consideration was premature.
On a stretch of road five feet from my driveway, where each morning I go running with my two-year-old daughter, a drunk driver left me fearing for my life.
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