For more than 42 years I have been a sober and a defensive driver. You see, I would have a very difficult time living my life knowing that I was somehow responsible for the death and/or injury of another person, as a result of a vehicle accident that was my fault.
So too, it is a mystery to me why some people who have difficulty walking, because they are drunk or high on another kind of drug, would want to drive a motor vehicle. Tens of thousands of such people have killed tens of thousands of other people who were involved in accidents with drunk or otherwise impaired drivers.
As a result, I too became a victim of a drunk driver more than 25 years ago. The irony of it is the fact that my car was parked w5B4hen it was struck by that drunk driver who, at the time of the accident, was driving a car that was owned by another person. Who, in their right mind, would allow a drunk to drive their car? As it happens, that drunk driver wasn't drunk, but the use of that car allowed that person to go to a place where he became as drunk as can be and still be alive.
At the time of the accident, I was in the City Hall building for the purpose of requesting a building inspection of a property that I contracted to sell to another person. I had to fill out a request form and pay a fee, in order to comply with the City Ordinance for the transfer of the title of the property.
As I waited for my turn to be called, an injured person, who was bleeding from a gash in his forehead staggered into the waiting room and just sat down as if nothing was wrong with him. His head was down and blood from his injury was falling to the floor. Just as I was about to request that an ambulance be called for that person, two police officers entered the room and promptly took that person into custody by lifting him up and taking him out of the room.
A short time later another officer entered the room and asked the people if the owner of a car, with my plate number, was in the room. As it happens, my car was legally parked at the curbside and now it was damaged as a result of the person who was taken away just a few minutes ago. The officer told me to report 5B4to the police station, which was directly across the street from the City Hall, after my business was concluded with the City Official in question.
Having done so, I left the City Hall and then saw a damaged car on the parkway. My car was where I parked it about a half hour before I talked to the police officer, but the left side and rear of my once mint condition car was damaged and the fire department people were removing the broken parts of both cars from the street. The sight of it all was enough to bring tears to my eyes, but I was lucky enough to be able to drive my car home and call my auto insurance provider, in order to have my car repaired.
That is, after I walked into the police station and provided my driving information to the arresting officer and signed and received a copy the officer's accident report. That's when I discovered that the driver who hit my car was driving a car that he didn't own and was really drunk at the time of the accident. Well, that was surely too bad for him and, as it happens, it was too bad for me too.
You see, the blood alcohol level of that person, after he was arrested, was measured at 3.1 by law enforcement. To make matters worse, that drunk driver didn't have auto insurance. Who knows what his driving record was before he damaged my car, since I or my auto insurance provider would have to recover the repair costs of my vehicle from the person who damaged my car.
As it 57Fhappens, my auto insurance provider did pay the expense to fix my car, but since I had a deductible amount on my policy, I had to pay the first $250.00 worth of the cost of the repair in question. Yes, after more than a year, I received a check for that amount after my auto insurance provider sued for a received the full amount of the cost to repair my car.
Then again, in spite of the fact that I got back the money I paid, I did lose a great deal of resale value of my once mint condition car. I thanked God that I didn't lose my life, and I also thanked the arresting officer for the fine work that he did for me.
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