It all began two years ago. I was driving home from the bar after a night out with friends.

Everyone told me to catch an Uber, but I had driven my own car to the bar that night and I didn't want to leave it in the parking lot overnight.

It wasn't the best area and I was afraid it would get stolen or broken into.

Those were my excuses of course. If I had, the accident never

would have happened and I never would have damaged my sight or killed that innocent man.

The accident happened on the highway as a drove home, far beyond the legal limit of

intoxication, although I was drunk. Far beyond the legal limit of intoxication.

Although I was drunk, I recall the crash vividly.

It has haunted my dreams every single night.

There's a long stretch of forest between my house and the bar I was at that night.

The roads are full of sharp curves and completely lacking any form of light.

Not many people take this road after midnight, fearing of light. Not many people take those roads after midnight,

fearing the likelihood of hitting a deer on one of the blind turns.

It wasn't a deer I hit, however. It was a young man of 29, driving home from a double shift as a nurse, likely daydreaming

of walking through his front door to give his three month old baby a good night kiss and crawl into bed with his wife.

I like to believe he didn't suffer.

A cast-colighted head on as I veered into the oncoming lane inside one of the blind corners.

He tried to steer away from me, but there wasn't enough time.

I hit him at no less than 50 miles per hour, forcing his car off the edge of the steep hill we crashed on.

He stood no chance at survival, while all I suffered was a concussion and a bruised collarbone.

It wasn't fair.

Me, a selfish drunk trying to keep my car from getting damaged had been the direct cause of

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