Was it an accident?
People would like to think it was an accident, but secretly I wanted all of it to happen all along. I felt like I planned it myself, with all of the actions I have done, I knew it ultimately resulted to this happening to me.
Starting all over again
At this moment in time I meet the crossroads, the insurance company gave me money for my car; as I’ve said before, nobody really knew that I was guilty of DUI. I only got a normal lawyer, not a specialty lawyer to represent me just in case there are any legal issues. Getting a DUI attorney would just be me hoisting my own petard. What could I use the money for? Do I go back to drinking my whole life away?
The Police knew
Somehow the police knew the whole story; the insurance money was forfeit and was instead used for my rehabilitation and fees for the new lawyer that I got. There was really no escape – I never really wanted to go into rehabilitation. I liked my life the way it was, before all of this happening.
I was lucky
I somehow survived all of this, stronger than before. I accepted my case, I went into rehabilitation and am now currently serving the rest of my sentence in jail. It is kind of ironic that alcohol had finally allowed me to escape into a peaceful world.
I could have killed somebody
That accident could have killed somebody else; the guilt would have sent me further into this spiral depression and I could have ended up drinking more alcohol, killing more people, and probably myself in the end. This crash was a painful wake up call.
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