Wooden crosses on the roads.

Every time I am going to visit my mom (she lives 50km from me) on the road I see a little wooden cross on the one tree and white bucket of flowers. It denotes someone's daughter, son, sister, brother, father or mother's tragic death place. Every time pain penetrated the body looking at the gray crosses and small artificial flower wreaths. I think many of you also have seen such places too.

Colorful flowers in the wreaths did not fade out from hot rays of the sun. It is not destroyed by relentless gusts of wind and rain. It does not fade - as the pain of the loss does not fade in the hearts of loved ones.

The case with crosses on the roads means someone had car accident. These persons still could be alive and enjoy all things we do. Not long ago my friend was involved in car accident with drunk driver.  

Alcohol and driving is totally incompatible. I would like to write this sentence in capital letters. I'd like, but maybe there will be better if we write every sentence of this record in capital letters in our moral code. And not only record, but also underline with sharp pencil.
 

Moments of intoxication effects can flip upside down life. Therefore, do not dislodge our life and do not imprison own future behind the prison bars.