When I was a freshman in college two of my best buddies came down to visit me. We ended up going to a party, then leaving there to follow some ladies back to their house. The girls were driving fast and I was trying to keep up. I was driving on Route 6A in Barnstable - which is extremely curvy. The three of us had split a case of beer pretty evenly, and there was no way in hell I should have been driving, but we were having fun and no one chimed in (including the voice in my head) to say otherwise.
So I'm driving along and I look up and see a big fat tree, which thankfully registered as something bad. I swerved just in time, fishtaled into the other lane, did a 180 degree turn, and having regained control continued up a U shaped driveway and got going the right way again to resume following after the girls. My friends were laughing their heads off, and I wasn't sure what the hell had just happened.
I think about this episode pretty frequently and 22 years later it still turns my stomach. For whatever reason I am not the **** who killed his 2 best friends (and himself) because I was driving drunk. But it was right there. There's zero difference between me and some guy who's labeled a murderer and his family is shamed - except that I was lucky and an inch or two this way or that worked in my favor. Period.
I'm still really good friends with both guys who were in the car. Both guys families would consider me a part of theirs. We're that close, and we've been friends since we were little. But I guarantee you, had I hit that tree, I'd be nothing more than a common murderer in their eyes.
Thankfully, I was given a chance to learn a lesson and I did. I'm not a big "God" guy, but I know there are definitely moments in life where things can go one way or the other on the flip of the coin. I had stacked the odds pretty heavily against me that night and got lucky.
Stupidest thing I've ever done.
Wow...Thanks for confessional hour.