Michael hadn't been drinking, but his friends had. He certainly couldn’t let them drive, so he became the designated driver. He hadn’t done anything wrong; he was just helping out. But now, Michael was in as much trouble as his under-age drinking friends were. What should Michael have done? Is there a better choice that he could have made before getting behind the wheel of that car? What would you have done?

What do you think is the impact on Michael in this situation?

His wife begged him not to drink too much ...............he would be driving them home after the party.a.asb.whetherc.therefored.so

Darrell went to a neighborhood tavern late one night and had a few too many beers. He chose to drive home because he was intoxicated but also overconfident. Unaware of his substantial impairment in judgment, he had trouble keeping control of his car. He sped through a neighborhood, oblivious to a stop sign at an intersection. At the same time, Sarah, a pedestrian, started to cross the street at the marked crosswalk. Darrell's automobile rammed into Sarah with incredible power and the collision was unavoidable, sending Sarah flying several feet away. He fled the scene out of panic, leaving Sarah hurt. What offense is Darrell engaged in, and how would you handle it? List all offenses committed by both parties.

he time Kevin got home, I'd practically stressed myself to exhaustion. For the past several hours, I had tried to figure out what I should do and came up with next to nothing. I struggled to think of anything I should be doing. Going to the police? Already done that. Had it helped? Absolutely not. Telling anyone about my situation? Yeah, no can do, unless I wanted to test the fucked-up person who had suddenly barged into my life. The only thing I'd decided on was moving back to my apartment. I didn't feel comfortable staying at Kevin's when I had some creep following me. I didn't want to get my best friend involved in this. What if I stayed here and that person thought I'd told Kevin? What if I got Kevin hurt because of it?106I didn't know if I was taking this too seriously, but then again, I'd never been in this situation before. Getting messages and threats from a creep was scary, especially when I didn't know what that person was capable of. I tried to reassure myself with the fact that I hadn't received any threats directed at me, so maybe as long as I told no one and stayed away from the guys, I and everyone else would be safe...right?24But for how long? How long did I have to stay away from them? Weeks? Months? A year? Two years?53Just this morning, before all this, I'd made up my mind about the guys. As soon as I threw away the 'what if' questions that plagued me and actually listened to what I wanted, I'd known that I wanted to try making us work again. My talk with them cleared up my doubts and insecurities. At first, I'd been afraid that what we had hadn't been real, that I'd been a game to them; I'd been scared that if they could lie to me, then they never cared about me like I cared about them. I'd let my overactive brain run wild. But, after speaking with them, I could see how wrong I'd been in my assumptions. Their eyes held the same pain as mine did. Their mouth bled truth through their words. They'd made a mistake—a mistake that hurt and broke our trust, yes, but it was still a mistake. Deep down, I knew that they never meant to hurt me.17So yeah, this morning, I'd decided to forgive them. I'd realized that what Callan, Mateo, and Gideon had given me these past weeks made up for their one mistake. They'd given me my dreams; to experience pain, pleasure, submission, and domination. They gave me the courage to go after what I wanted, to accept that what I wanted wasn't wrong, weird, or disgusting. They built me up, made me comfortable in my own body, and made me see myself in a different light—a better light.11Most importantly, with them, I'd been alive; I'd been happier than ever and found thrill and excitement in days that used to be dull and uneventful. And so, thinking of that instead of the 'what ifs' made it an easy decision.3As cliché as it sounded, they brought colors into my life, and I hadn't realized I'd seen everything in shades of grey until they came along. I wasn't ready to let go of the colors, the thrill, and the happiness—I wasn't prepared to let go of my guys.72So, for how long did I have to stay away from them? Because if there was one thing that would kill me, it would be watching them move on with someone else while I kept my distance to keep them safe. Of course, I would do it if it meant them not getting hurt, even if it would end up hurting me.35It seemed I was just as self-sacrificing as the heroines I'd read in books, only...I was about a hundred percent more afraid than they ever were. But hey, I never said anything about being a badass like them. I was only a girl who didn't know any better.3"We're home!" Kevin's cheery tone filled the living room, making my heart ache for the same cheery feeling I'd felt only a few hours ago.3Kevin gave me a quick hello before bustling into the kitchen with a grocery bag, followed by Thomas, his unofficial boyfriend. I'd already known he was coming to eat dinner with us from Kevin's text, but I'd totally forgotten about it.

A person who drives under the influence of alcohol or drugs _____________.Should drive very slowly to be more carefulCan potentially only harm or injure themselvesHas lost the ability to make wise decisionsIs safest to drive alone in the car