I had been employed by the Macon Police Department for about seventeen years. During that time I became a heavy drinker. One night in June of 2003, I was on my way home from a nightclub on the east side of Macon when I fell asleep behind the wheel. I crashed into a pole and totaled my car. At that moment I was faced with a difficult decision.
I had two choices. Rush home (I was about a mile from home), go to sleep, wake up in the morning and report my car stolen. Or face what I had coming to me for driving under the influence. I decided to call it in and wait for the worse.
When responding officers arrived, I told them I had been drinking. Ultimately I was charged with D.U.I. but the officer refused to take me to jail. He wrote me a ticket for the offense and I went home.
It was then I realized I was an alcoholic to the degree I could still work
God doesn’t let no sin go unpunished (Galatians 6:7) so I was dealt with. But I believe God showed mercy and extended grace because I was supposed to be fired and lose my pension, but I wasn’t. And I believe it was because I didn’t try to lie my way out of it,