Every now and then my faith in humanity is restored. Take what I witnessed last week:

Just as I was beginning to pump gas at a local convenience store, a sedan pulled slowly, and uncomfortably close, around my vehicle. So close that I watched him pull around to make sure he didn’t take out my left rear view. Excited chatter at the convenience store diverted my attention, and there I saw three people pointing at the slow mover. One person was on her mobile so I called over, “What’d he do?” A guy yelled back, “He’s drunk. He can barely walk. He fell over the trash cans and stumbled into his car.” They got a description of the car and the tag number. The girl was on the phone with the police. Within minutes a squad car appeared at the corner, paused for a moment, then roared down the road after this guy.

Drunk driving is not going to disappear. But wouldn’t we all be a little safer if more people acted as those concerned citizens did? They were not in danger yet they acted to save a family or two some misery.