I fucking hate drunk drivers. This is coming from someone who was injured from one. I have CUT TIES with some good friends because they've gotten DUI's or left a party barely able to stand and driven home. Don't get me wrong, I've gone as far as knocking someone over and beating the shit out of their legs so they can't drive.
My friends all know what happened to me. I was 10 years old and it was nearing Halloween. My parents had an overlapping shift so I was with my babysitter. They gave her an extra $20 to take me out to a pumpkin farm and find something to bring home. I remember the drive out there, being at the farm, etc. I remember petting the goats, being freaked out that one licked me, picking the pumpkins out, getting in the car, and heading home. Before my memory gets fuzzy, I remember leaving and not being able to get my seatbelt on because the husk(?) of the pumpkin was around my belt. I reached behind, got the pumpkin detached from the belt, and when I turned around, there was a car crossing a turning lane heading straight for us.
Next thing I remember is crying. My body, except for my head and arms, is under the dashboard. My head is on the edge of the seat. I'm in lots of pain, excruciating pain. I remember my babysitter telling me, "It's going to be ok, we're going to be ok. Just focus on my voice. You're going to be ok." I faded out from there, probably from the pain.
The next thing I remember is being on a stretcher. I'm 10 at the time and of course, I have big trust issues with people who aren't my parents. I understood enough of the situation to know what was happening, but I was still scared shitless. Last thing I remember for what would be the next week was telling the paramedics, "Please don't drop me, I don't want to die."
A week later I regained consciousness. When I opened my eyes I saw my leg in a fixator. There was a large pin going through my leg slightly above my kneecap. My initial reaction was to scream and freak out, but as soon as I moved I realized I wasn't going to be able to without causing more pain.
I suffered a broken neck (C3/C4 hairline fracture) and an external compound fracture of my femur. I went face first into the windshield. I had 100 stitches from the nose up. I was so bloodied and mangled my parents wouldn't let me look in a mirror until the stitches were removed two weeks later. I found out my babysitter had four broken ribs, a broken arm, and a broken tibia.
When I became more self-aware, weaned off the morphine and painkillers, I asked what happened, and how it happened. A drunk driver had hit us head on. She was doing 60mph while we had just gotten on the road and maybe were doing 30mph. So, a bad collision. I asked what happened to the person who hit us, and was told, "They have a sprained ankle."
It's fucking infuriating... even to this day... to know that I still suffer from that accident in a multitude of ways while they only had to walk on crutches for two weeks.
tl;dr FUCK DRUNK DRIVERS. I have no remorse for any personal injury you cause yourself.