Posts filed under: Drunk Driving

By Alex Otte It might sound strange to say, but today, I celebrate 11 years since the day my life was forever changed because of one man’s wrong choice. I say “celebrate,” even though the day itself and the week...
The beginning of 2009 seemed to be the average, expected year for the North Star High School freshman, John Austin Blough, better known by all as Johnny. At just fifteen years old, he was a leader in and out of...
In a hospital room where her daughter lies unconscious, a tearful mother shares what she has learned from doctors: the girls’ blood work has come back positive for alcohol. “She doesn’t even know how to drive,” the mother laments, “and...
By Alex Otte At age 13, I understood the consequences of drinking alcohol and getting behind the wheel. That’s how old I was when a drunk boater ran over me while I sat on a jet ski behind my dad’s...
Faith had reached her breaking point. After enduring months of cyber bullying, the young teen learned that an online admirer wasn’t an admirer at all — but a classmate playing a cruel prank. She swiped a bottle of tequila from...
  By Helen Witty I can almost picture that day 32 years ago at King’s Island amusement park just across the Kentucky border in Mason, Ohio. Summer in the air. The distant shrieks of delighted children, the smell of fried...
By Prisca Patrick I was supposed to die first. Not John Michael, my smart, gregarious older brother who was beloved by everybody. I was 15 months old when doctors diagnosed me with Stage IV brain cancer. The largest tumor stuck...
By Delia Foster The spring of 2016 bloomed with promise. My husband and I were the proud parents of five grown children who had found their way in the world. Our youngest daughter, Rachel, was finishing her final semester of...
Written by Victim Services Specialist Kelley Dair My twin brother Scott called me every week or two. He had so much on his plate – working full time, going to school in the evenings, and being an engaged and loving...
By Jenny Reyes For the last five years of his life, my father, Walter Reyes, rose at 4 a.m. each day to cycle a popular route that connects our home in Miami to the Florida Keys. He’d be back by...