| Texting While Driving | Final Paper | | | 12/9/2010 | | Imagine you’re driving home from work and as you ponder the thought on whether or not to grab a quick bite to eat; you notice someone, up ahead, drifting into another lane. The person in front of you is tapping on his brakes every few seconds. Also, you have someone cutting you off, almost clipping your car with the absence of a blinker. Unfortunately, most often than not, these incidents where drivers are being careless about paying attention, are often the results of texting while driving. Texting while driving is rapidly becoming a deathly new fad especially for people between the ages of 15-20 years old, creating a serious threat to the safety of our roads and
Texting and Driving Driving is a difficult activity. When someone drives they are supposed to pay attention to all their surroundings. Everyday I drive I try to be as safe as possible and not get distracted. About 5 months ago I didn’t care about safety and looked at my phone all the time. Little did I know I would pay for that terrible decision.
One car had followed me while I walked all the way from the building to my car and the other two just appeared. I though the car which had followed me should have got the spot, but instead she was cut off by one of the two other cars. She then proceeded to roll down her window and yell an obscenity that her mother definitely would not approve of. In today’s society, swearing has become more prevalent than it was before, and out generation has become immune to the shock value of hearing swear words. In Rick Reilly’s 2006 article “Swearing Off Swearing” for Sports Illustrated, he uses ethos, pathos, and logos to attempt to convince the reader to literally swear off swearing.
In 2007, I was a passenger in a vehicle that was initially pulled over for speeding. After the officer, noticed an open container (broken seal) of alcohol. Immediately the officer wrote two tickets, one for the driver and one for the passenger, even though the privately owned vehicle didn’t belong to me. I didn’t argue with the officer due to lack of knowledge with that particular law and didn’t want any extra trouble. The officer neglected to write an additional ticket to the driver for speeding.
He did not have any outer clothing and was shoeless. Before the defendants left, they put Stafford’s shoes and jacket on the shoulder of the highway. Stafford wore glasses, which was in the car, but when the defendants left, they either inadvertently or purposely did not give them to Stafford. Michael W. Blake, a college student, was driving on the same highway at a reasonable speed and saw Stafford in the middle of the road with his hands in the air. Blake could not stop in time or avoid hitting him, therefore, Stafford was hit by Blake’s car and died.
Gary Hosey, attempted to act in a good way by rushing home to return the vehicle to his girlfriend, so she can make it too work on time, although, his actions by speeding caused him to be in a crash. The girlfriend knew the offender did not have a driver license and she is wrong for allowing the offender to drive the vehicle. Gary showed some remorse at the first hearing and realizes that he committed a wrongful act. The Justice system gave Gary Hosey a higher bail amount compared to Justin Caramanica who committed the same offense. The ethical decision in this situation is based on utilitarianism.
“Please don’t shoot! I have a family!” then I caught his arm go down and I watched as his tendons in his fingers twitched as if he were reaching for something. At first, I thought it was a gun, but it was too late to yell, “put your hand up!” because by then he already pushed that dump alarm button. Then, what seemed like seconds, I saw the blazing red lights screeching into the desolate parking lot, I just finished plucking the money out of the cash register so I made a break for it. Thunk!
I have absolutely no feeling on the right side of my face. Everyone crowded around me were just questioning what to do. So I tried to get up with my friends helping me out, but I couldn’t even stand straight. So my brother decided that he was going to take me to the hospital. When I got in the car, I looked in the mirror and noticed my eye was gushing blood and the size of a ping-pong ball.
It was then he told me that he was sorry for beating the hell outta me; the date didn’t go well between the moron and old Jane. He tried to be clever on old Jane that day, but she didn’t felt for it. And left the poor bastard in his own car. That kills me, it really did. Guess he had it coming when he thought he was going out with “Jean”… But the three of us are good now, he and I and Ackley, we hang out sometimes, and they can really check me out of hospital aren’t they?
When stopping a car, it has to be done slowly so as not to create that unpleasant jerking motion. This was my plan, which I had under control going down the steep hill. Apparently I was slowing down just a bit too slow for my father because of his next actions. “PRISCILLA FRENA EL COCHE” he screamed in my ear. He grabbed the safety handle as if I was going 60 mph when it was actually just 25 mph.