Thoughts and prayers
Love your neighbor? Then don't drive drunk
We join the community in keeping the families and friends of Brooke McPeters and Jordyn Durr in our thoughts and prayers today, for whatever comfort that may bring them. The two 15-year-old girls were killed Friday evening when, police said, a drunken driver lost control of his truck and struck them on Abbott Road.
Fifteen years old, about to be sophomores. Walking home together in the rain, they'd just been back-to-school shopping at the Dimond Center. The most common reaction is itself a prayer: "My God."
Would that the only roadside collections of flowers we ever see again in this city are clusters of wildflowers. No more memorials, no gatherings of the stunned and heartbroken who reach to one another for solace as they lay cut flowers down near curbs.
For that to happen, those who drink and are about to drive will need to think before they turn the key, or have the blessing of someone who thinks for them and takes the key.
It's been 30 or years or more since we began to turn the corner on our attitudes about drunken driving. Now it's no longer acceptable, no longer a joke, and no one passes the terrible toll off as an accident. Stacey Allen Graham, the driver of the truck, faces second-degree murder charges.
But the decision still comes down to the individual, to each of us.
Stop, and someone gets safely home on a wet evening, back to their families and futures. Stop, and keep two young women full of dreams alive to fulfill them. Stop, and spare so many such agony.
That's no fantasy. That's prevention, and it's the only good choice, because there is no cure for what happened Friday evening on Abbott Road.
BOTTOM LINE: For everyone's sake, don't drive drunk.