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Last
week I came close to losing my life…twice.
One
location was in a rental car in Orlando,
Florida and the second was
the exit ramp about a mile from my home.
Neither
potential fatal accident would have been my fault. Both drivers in
the other vehicles were preoccupied with vivid conversations using… a
hand-held cellular phone.
The
world has changed and so must we.
The
“license” to talk on a hand-held cell phone while guiding a 3,000 pound
automobile through a phalanx of metal and mental unpredictability must be
revisited.
It
seems to me we need another conversation…a conversation in this society
about the flesh-and-blood costs of needing immediate gratification.
Does
anyone remember when you stepped out of a car and it was morally and
socially acceptable to walk into a place of business or a home and pick up
a telephone receiver to check our messages? We all accepted that if
your body was missing from a particular address, life would go on.
With
the advent of micro-electronics we now assume information is to be digested
at the point when the ringer gets our attention. We gladly munch on
bytes and bits and…the faster the better.
But
is “faster and better” always better?
There
was a time when we wrapped our world in asbestos, sprayed our trees with
DDT and thought smoking cigarettes must be somewhere in the Bill of
Rights. But, because we can create it, does that make “it” good, safe
or enriching?
I
am a fervent believer in enforcing DWI checkpoints and the obligation of
restaurants and bars to refuse serving someone another drink when the
person is obviously in an altered state.
According
to the Center for Problem-Oriented Policing, 17% of all drivers passing me
on the weekend are legally drunk. Without apology, I defend my right
to drive to Walgreens, my daughter’s home or church on a Saturday night
without the fear that someone’s preoccupation with a second six pack will
snuff out my life.
So
why, then, is it acceptable in this society for us to steer a massive SUV
with a cell phone cradled between our shoulder and an ear at 65
mph? Oh, I can hear it now!
Now
that you see where I am going, you are wondering if I will next be
advocating the removal of all AM-FM radios, CD players, XM radio, the
maintenance of nasal passages and the discipline of children under the age
of three in automobiles because they may distract the driver.
Some
creative LeMonAide
readers out there are already formulating the new acronyms: DUID
(Driving under the Influence of Dogs), DWMC (Driving with Marriage
Conflict), DWD (Driving While Dreaming) and DWAM (Driving While Applying
Mascara).
After
dodging the marauding bumpers of cell phone crazed drivers last week, this
isn’t funny. When someone threatens your life because he/she is
frantically digging into a back pocket or the unexplored jungles of a purse
to reclaim an electronic gadget playing the theme from “Fame,” no one is
laughing.
So,
what am I suggesting? Here is the plan.
First,
I support legislation that would make it a criminal offense if someone was
involved in an injury accident while engaged in a cell phone call or
“texting” (the newest verb in America).
Second,
I believe all new cars should be equipped with Bluetooth hands-free cell
phone communication that includes the ability to verbally dial and end a
call. This platform provides a medium for two-way conversation
without the need to lose eye contact with the road and changing conditions
around the driver.
Third,
I encourage all of us to start saying to family, colleagues and friends,
“If I get your call while I am driving, I will not take the call at that
time. I regularly return all my voicemail messages. When I have
to physically take a call on a cell phone, I impair my ability to safely
drive. Thank you for your understanding.”
We
simply have to come up with new protocols for our rapidly morphing
technology. I admit it, I drool over the capacity of my Blackberry
Pearl to increase my efficiency every day. The address book alone is
worth every dollar I spent for this gnome gadget. Sitting in an
airport and watching, in real time, my connecting flight make its way
across the United States
to pick me up, is just mind-numbing.
But,
I have decided, in spite of the “cool factor,” I will die of and for
something else…other than trying to answer the siren call of my Blackberry.
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