I had just gotten home from the fun filled opening night of Farm Fest that happens every year the weekend before Labor Day in Fountain City, Wisconsin. I changed into my pajamas and crawled straight into bed for I was totally exhausted and needed to get up in a couple of hours to go to work. Work was a motor paper route for the Winona Daily Newspaper at 2:00 in the morning.

Just as I had fallen asleep Ryan, a friend of mine, came running into my bedroom, jum

I rang the door bell, a couple came to the door. I asked to use their phone to call my parents. I explained to my parents what had just happened; they told me they would be there right away. As I sat there waiting for my parents, Ryan came running up to the house frantically looking for me. “Why did you leave with out me?” Ryan asked. “My arm is killing me. I need to go to the hospital!” I snapped back. We then sat there talking with the couple about other accidents that had happened in the same place trying to avoid conversation with each other.

Looking back at this event know with my friends it becomes the groups little joke. In reality though, it’s not a joke. I let an intoxicated person drive when I was completely sober. My friend, Ryan and I could have ended up dead, not to mention anyone else that was on the road that night. Drinking and driving is not ok, no matter were you live or how close home is. You can always call for a ride.

“Ryan, are you ok?” I asked. He then replied with, “I think so.” “Then get off me, try to turn the car off, and get out!” I exclaimed with much persistence. He struggled to reach the ignition switch but managed to shut the car off. He then crawled out through a hole in the windshield on the passenger side of the car. My seat belt was locked, I couldn’t get out, and I started to panic. Finally after sucking in my stomach and struggling with it for a while it gave and I went flying to the floor of the car. I crawled out of the car through the same hole Ryan crawled out. I crawled up the embankment to the road were Ryan was standing. I then noticed my right arm felt extremely numb, I couldn’t move it. “Are you ok?” I asked again. “Yeah.” He replied with a confused tone. “Well, I’m not; I think my arm is broke.” I sternly said back to him. He then asked, “Where’re the cell phones?” “In my pocket.” I replied then added, “You’re going to have to get them, I can’t move my arm.�

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