There once was a small, mountain village. It was a happy,
peaceful place, at the end of 10 miles of winding road.
Then one evening, a bus full of children was making its way
back down from a visit to the village, when a young man in a sporty little car
was zooming up the road. The driver of the car had been enjoying himself in the
city at the foot of the mountains. He was rather inebriated. In his fuddled
state, he crossed the dividing line and struck the bus. Car and bus both
careened over the edge and tumbled down the precipice.
The next morning, the news of the disaster spread like
wildfire. The whole community was rocked
by the horror of it. Many were silent, consumed with grief. Some clamored for justice,
vengeance. Someone had to be held accountable. For many others, the event was a
call for action. Something must be done to ensure this never happened again.
Many ideas were suggested – Guard rails, for instance. Another
suggestion was to place checkpoints at the top and bottom of the Mountain, and to
check every driver’s sobriety before allowing them to pass. Others suggested
anyone caught driving intoxicated be removed from their vehicle and bodily
thrown over the edge. Surely the threat of death would be sufficient
discouragement to prevent anyone else from daring to drive that road
intoxicated. Still others suggested banning alcohol altogether. This they
reasoned would get to the root cause. If nobody could get drunk, there would be
no need to make death threats, or carry out executions, which many felt was a
barbaric thing to do. There was, of course a strong opposition to these latter
suggestions, by those who said such actions would discriminate against drunks.
Finally, after careful consideration, the village and city
governments agreed upon a means to solve the problem. They blocked the road at
both ends. Preventing any vehicle traffic up or down the road. Anyone wishing
to travel to or from the village would have to do so on foot.
As a result, there was never another incident involving a
horrible vehicle accident. An occasional person would go missing, and one or
two weaker individuals succumbed to exhaustion while traveling. Many people
never traveled again due to the inconvenience, or cost. Those who could afford
to owned one car in the village, and another car in the city. And by and large,
nobody lived happily ever after. The End.
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