I
remember the morning of April 12, 2006 so clearly. I woke to the sound of
knocking on the door and immediately noticed that Michael wasn’t home. I went
downstairs to find two policemen and another man at the door. The other man wore a red shirt and in white
cursive the title of “Chaplain.” I did not notice that title until he asked me
to sit down on the couch. I could literally hear my heartbeat as the anxiety of
the moment seemed to boil over in the room.
The man in the red shirt proceeded
to tell me why they were there. My boyfriend, the man I loved and planned to
marry, had been in a wreck early that morning. He was in ICU. Chris and David,
both friends of ours, had not made it. They had been killed instantly by
someone’s choice to drink and drive.
When
the words came out of his mouth, I was changed instantly. The naïve
twenty-something I had been disappeared and my life began to play in slow
motion. I knew almost immediately that someday I would share this story which
later in life led me to Victims’ Impact Panel of Oklahoma and the career I have
today. However, it would take some time to get to that point.
At that moment,
and in the following years, my life seemed to spiral. I began to fear constantly that someone else
would die; every emergency siren put me on high alert. Every night brought
vivid dreams and all too often nightmares about my friends. I clung to the last moment I had seen David
and pleaded with God to tell him all the things I hadn’t said. If only I had
known … I couldn’t believe I had hugged my friend for the last time. At one point, months later, I followed a man
out of a restaurant calling out to him, “David, David...” I could have sworn it
was him.
I visited with the
families of my friends and watched them fight terribly to just simply survive
the loss of their cherished sons. David’s mom came home from identifying her
son and grabbed onto us. “I should be paying for a wedding, not a
funeral.” Her words still echo in my
head and the look on her face, defeated and broken, still gives me chills.
I have been both blessed
to keep David’s parents close to me over the years and heartbroken to watch
their continuing struggle to find their place in the world as part of the
“club” of parents who have lost their children. Our friends, including myself,
still struggle daily to survive the loss.
Three
and a half years after that fateful day, we stood in a courtroom and watched as
the drunk driver was convicted of two counts of intoxicated manslaughter. He
was sentenced to prison and taken away in handcuffs.
His
family cried, screamed; it was heart wrenching to watch their pain. I knew that
his life would never be the way that it was before and my heart hurt for him. His
dreams had been lost in the second my friends died. His one decision had changed
everything, for everyone. I couldn’t believe it had come to this for him. He
was a man I had loved, planned to marry…the drunk driver was my boyfriend.
Jessi Scott is the Regional Director of
the Victim’s Impact Panel of Oklahoma
While I have not personally experienced the loss Jessi Scott describes here, after hearing her story it led me to look at the MADD organization website and the work they do to reduce drinking and driving and the heartbreaking results that often come from this reckless behavior... http://www.madd.org/
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you were able to find some information to share! Please feel free to check out our website www.vipofok.com. This is the non-profit organization that I work for and talked about in my story. Thank you for your comment.
DeleteJessi Scott
Heartbreaking! Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteThank you for taking your time to comment. I appreciate the opportunity to spread the word about the dangers of driving under the influence with everyone.
DeleteThis was such an incredibly eye-opening story. I'm sorry you went through this, so tragic.
ReplyDeleteThank you very much!
DeleteI have lived this ... except it was my brother who chose to drink and drive; and he lost his life. Thankfully the two people with him survived. It is a horrible event to live through and still today, almost 14 years later, it brings me to tears. I dream about him and I hear him talking to me. I miss him so much and am reminded that he is gone every time there is a significant event in our family ... graduation, birth of a child, weddings .... he is supposed to be here! Thank you for sharing your story.
ReplyDeleteI'm so very sorry for your loss!
DeleteJessi, Thanks for opening up on such a hard hard subject. Being in the Fire service for many years I have witnessed first hand the devastation your are speaking of here. I truly was and am sad to read of your losses especially like this.
ReplyDeleteEveryone who looks can see the toll it takes on the family and friends of those involved. We can only hope these hard lessons can help others to learn and change their ways of thinking.
As a long time Fire Fighter and EMT I can say first hand, even when we don't know those involved the scars are still etched into us as well.
Again I'm very sorry for your losses and thanks again for taking the time to post.
Terry, thank you for what you do! We work with many first responders as volunteer speakers and I know that you truly do carry home each of the wrecks you work.
DeleteWow... what a well-written blog and so impactful! I am so very sorry for the losses you experienced. I am also happy you chose to channel those feelings into helping others. We always think 'not me.' But what we fail to realize other people have thought that before and it ended up being them. One poor choice can have serious consequences. I hope others read this and decide to always choose wisely.
ReplyDeleteJeri, thank you for your kind words! I hope for the same things you do. It helps me to share this story knowing that someone, somewhere may choose differently than they would have before.
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