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My father was run down by a drunk driver in Mexico while on a construction job. An American tourist. She never once called, wrote, or aplogized in any way. As far as I know, she wasn't even punished because it happened in Mexico.
So next time someone says "drunk driving isn't a big deal" or "traffic laws are pointless", punch them right in the face for me. My dad was 37. Perfect health. Then dead.
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