PLAYING GOD. Pts. 1-2

Drinking and driving is so utterly selfish, and not only self-destructive, but destructive to everyone in the path of the individual who chooses to imbibe.

Over the course of multiplied decades, multiplied thousands of innocent people have succumbed to other people who make a decision to do their daily pilgrimage to their favorite bar, and guzzle multiplied cans of beer, or hard liquor, and, subsequently, get behind the wheel of a two ton vehicle, and drive away.

Oddly enough, it seems the inebriated driver most often survives the resulting accident, whereas unsuspecting, innocent men, women and children in the automobiles surrounding them are the ones who pay the price. They say it has to do with the absolutely loose and virtually gymnastic quality of an intoxicated body which simply “goes with the flow” during a high velocity ‘accident.’

God knows, many of my high school classmates have died as the result of automobile accidents, and it is an almost foregone conclusion that some of these accidents were the result of alcohol or drug use.

A social media friend of mine lost a dear relative to a vehicular accident which resulted from alcohol use. In my mind’s eye, I can still picture the photograph of the headstone of this dear young lady; who was denied the opportunity to live and love, and become all that God ever meant for her to be.

Following is a poignant comment which Trina left on a page dedicated to our former classmates, friends and relatives who have left us before their time.

“They victimize everyone who loses a precious loved one. They have no regard for life, except their own. They break up a family. They take away the one who lights up a room when they walk in. The face which everyone loves. The child they raise which they hope to see marry, and have children of their own. They STEAL a life for the sake of a six pack or bottle of whiskey.” (Trina Segna)

Pt. 2

I think that with too many young, and not so young people in our culture have developed a habitual lifestyle of, (for lack of a better phrase) “bar hopping.” They ‘run with’ people who have embraced the same lifestyle, and spend virtually every night in a bar or nightclub. They become jaded to drinking five or six beers, hopping back in their cars, and taking their wobbly selves home, (or at least they make it out of the parking lot) before…

I call it “playing God.”

I mean, only God has the right to say when one of His creatures, be it man or animal, great or small, has lived out its days, and has reached the time and place to go on to their reward.

Too many people in our culture are robbed of the opportunity to live out their days, and to fulfill whatever plans God dreamed for them… before He made the worlds.

I simply cannot imagine taking a life in such a careless, premeditated manner. And can there be any question that the death of such an innocent party, or parties has ‘premeditated’ written all over it? Granted, the inebriated driver never said, “Let me get tanked up real good, and then I’ll get in my car, and wipe out a couple of innocent people.” But they may as well have. The result is exactly the same as if they did. And can there be any question that what they have chosen to do was a purposeful decision, and that they might have decided to do otherwise?

I call it “short term satisfaction vs. long term results.”

Someone isn’t thinking far enough ahead to take into account the potential results of such a deadly choice as drinking, and driving. And, as a result, someone else is forced to “pay the piper.”

God forbid. If you happen to have such a lifestyle going on. I beg you to quit. I beg you, if necessary, to get help.

Quit playing God. There are other lives, besides your own, at stake.

by William McDonald, PhD. Excerpt from (Mc)Donald's Daily Diary. Pt. 71. Copyright Pending.
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