A guy I went to high school with became an alcoholic later in life. He rode his bike, drunk, onto a major freeway and was killed. I feel so bad for the people that hit him... and for him, too. But more for the people that hit him.

I once hit a pedestrian. I was coming home from work, and was getting on the freeway entrance ramp. A drunk guy came out of the bushes on the freeway side where he was peeing. I put him in the car and drove him to the hospital (I was working a late shift at the children's home and it was about 2 am). He kept apologizing for bleeding all over my car. When I got to the hospital with him, they took him away and I waited around trying to find a cop to file a report with. I waited about an hour for one to show up, and he was there for something else previously.

I told him my story, and he just said, "don't worry about it, he's a drunk".

I thought he should have at least taken my name and number, but I did the best I could.

People who drink a lot make me nervous.