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To the Editor:

This is an open letter to the drunk driver that ran me off the road Last Monday night. I thought you might like to know a little about me.

In early September I celebrated my 36th birthday. That morning, like every morning, when my two-year-old and four-year-old bounded from their bedroom to ours with declarations of starvation, my husband slid silently from bed, scooped up our babes and took the jubilant circus downstairs so I could sleep in. It was the kind of bliss only a stay-at-home mom of two young toddlers could know.

About a year ago, I took a job waiting tables in Edgartown two nights a week. The money has been a nice supplement to our stretched account and the social aspect has been a welcome addition to my own life. In recent months, what money I make there has been earmarked for the childcare I need for my two kids each week so that I can attend prerequisite classes at Cape Cod Community College. My hope is to apply for their nursing program next year.

I’m a mother, daughter, sister, wife. My most treasured moments in life are enjoying a quiet moment listening to the rain, or the wind in the trees, or my children challenging those same elements with their laughter.

When I first saw your truck, it was just another oncoming car on a long, stretch of road (Edg. -West Tisbury Rd.). I was singing — always practicing for a karaoke debut that will never happen. I had only left work 15 minutes before. It was a slow, quiet night at the restaurant.

As we neared each other, your high beams were blinding, so I gave you a “friendly” flash hoping you might take them down. By now, you were so close, and your high beams so intense that at first I didn’t realize you were leaving your lane. I was blinded. When we were only feet apart, something felt too off about how close you were and thankfully, I found myself at a complete stop on the shoulder/grass as you passed by in my lane and proceeded into the night.

I was in shock. It happened so fast. From faux-karaoke to nearly dead. I thought maybe you had run me off the road intentionally for flashing you with my headlights, a kind of road-rage incident. Your turn into my lane happened just after I did that.

The next night, after sending a message to the Edgartown police, I was informed that a truck matching that description had been found in that area and the driver arrested for drunk driving. I’m glad you are safe.

Everyone is someone. Everyone has a story. Let’s all remember that every time when we get behind the wheel and make better choices.

Christine Conley

West Tisbury