Due to me being sick last week I wasn’t able to post this, so here you go a week late.
On February 25, 1997 a man that I considered my second dad, Jeff Still, was killed by a drunk driver. Jeff was a man I looked up to in all aspects of life: He loved the Lord, he played Division I football in college, and he was a model husband and father to his two little boys—all things I aspired to each day of my young life [I was 16 years old when he was killed].
Jeff always listened to me, encouraged me, stuck up for me in the face of much adversity, and believed in me that the crazy goals I had could, and would, come true with enough faithful dedication and love.
I loved Jeff (I called him Coach Still) so very much. I still have a picture of him hanging on my refrigerator, and even in writing this my heart hurts remembering who he was and what he meant to me.
As I posted on October 17th, please do not drink and drive. There are too many innocent lives lost by stupid, and very preventable decisions to get behind the wheel of a car while drunk [and by drunk I mean ANY drinks at all]. I am not judging anyone who does drink. I am just trying to prevent more lives that will be taken away from potential friends and families who will miss that person everyday—wishing they were there for just one more day to share one more experience. Always remember that just because someone thinks they are “ok” to drive, doesn’t mean they actually are. There is no excuse.