How Drunk Driving Has Impacted a Student

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How drunk driving has impacted Me
Impact of the “murder” of 4 Lake Shore High School Student’s death at the hands of a drunk driver Upon My Life

Devon Spurlock was my sister’s friend. He had been to parties at my house and even attended my sister’s graduation party. That night I played basketball with him and he signed “Good Luck” on my sister’s graduation dog. When I entered high school he was the only person out of my sister’s friends to say hello to me in the hallway. On March 16, 2009 the unthinkable happened. Devon and three other Lake Shore High School students didn’t deserve to die at the hands of a selfish drunk driver. They were young and had their entire future to look forward to. My sister, the victim’s families, and the Lake Shore High School family didn’t deserve to suffer this pain of loss. So, I cried and cried and then I got involved in all the activities arranged by the families, the Lake Shore School District family, and M.A.D to bring awareness to the senseless death of these youth. I still proudly wear my “R.I.P” shirt in honor of my lost school mates. I still tell anyone who will listen to me their story when I am asked about my shirt. I also remember all the drunken driving awareness events I attended. I remember as if it were yesterday the drunk driving rally’s I attended at the corner of Masonic and Gratiot near where my school mates “murder occurred” and the fundraiser at the Texas Roadhouse my father and I waited in line for over 2 hours to participate in. Painfully I remember the funeral of Devon and talking to my sister’s close friend who had dated Devon for several years. I remember the candlelight ceremony I attended on the Lake Shore High School athletic field to give support to the victim’s families and honor the victims. However, these events don’t take away the empty feeling I have in my heart at the senseless loss of my school mates and the anger I feel towards drunk drivers. As I write this essay now, my eyes are...
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