Offender Stories

Hugo C.

English

My story begins having a reunion in my condominium. My friend, Veronica, came early and we ate and drank beer. Later, my cousins came over and we continued to drink. I went out to buy more beer, because this day was special. It was the Julio Cesar Chavez fight on television. After the fight was over, my cousins left.

During this time, in addition to my regular work, I had to spend some time delivering newspapers. Veronica was curious about my work and how I did it, and insisted on coming with me.

I knew that I drank too much, but even so, I decided to go anyway. I took my van instead of my car, because it was the Sunday papers and I needed more space. Along the way, I encountered a patrol car passed in front of it, perfectly okay. But further on, I realized we had forgotten the list of houses and had to return and passed again in front of the patrol car, okay. Near my condominium, at a distance of 800 meters, on rounding a curve, at high speed, I crashed into a tree. While I injured my nose and my mouth, Veronica had her head tilted up, and when she hit, remained pushed into the dashboard. She would not answer me. I tried to move her, but I couldn't because my pain was so bad. Help arrived and Veronica had to be extricated from the car. I, too, was extracted from the car, but only after they got Veronica out. My visible injuries were my nose, mouth and head. But when I tried to put my foot down, the bone in my leg was fractured and broke through the skin and my trousers. While they put me on the stretcher, I wanted to know how Veronica was. I wanted to see her, but they wouldn't allow me to move. They told me she was okay and that she was in another ambulance. I wasn't even grateful for the paramedic's attention. On the contrary, I was insulting to them and even struck one paramedic.

Upon arriving at a room in the hospital, with one of my sisters next to me, I asked again about Veronica. My attitude was rude. She answered that Veronica had died. She was her sister-in-law. In that moment, I realized my life had changed completely. I was a turned into a criminal like the jail official said.

I had to face justice. The court sentenced me and I had to go to jail. That was an extremely difficult time for me. I hurt the family of Veronica, and especially her children. I took their mother away from them. My family has supported me through my ordeal. Because I lost my driver's license for 10 years, I wasn't able drive and had to take a bicycle to work. I was also able to rely on my sisters for support. Now, I have my license back with full privileges.

My family is the most important thing I have, now. The alcohol is out of my life. I do not need it. My life, only I can understand it, looking at the past. And nevertheless, I live my life forward.

Spanish

Mi historia Mayo 9, 1993

Mi historia inicia teniendo una reunion en mi condominio. Mi amiga Veronica llego temprano y comimos bebiendo cerveza, mas tarde llegaron mis primos y seguimos bebiendo. Salí a comprar mas cerveza, pues ese día estaba programada una pelea de Julio Cesar Chavez; cuando esta termino, mis primos se fueron.

En ese tiempo además de mi trabajo regular, tenía un trabajo de medio tiempo entregando períodico. Veronica tenía curiosidad de mi trabajo e insistio que fuera a cumplir, solo que ella queria acompañarme.

Yo habia bebido demasiado y aun así accedí y decidí llevar mi camioneta en lugar de mi carro, pues era el períodico del Domingo y necesitaba mas espacio. En el camino encontre una patrulla y pase frente a ella perfectamente bien; mas adelante recorde que habia olvidado la lista de las casas por lo que tuve que regresar, pase nuevamente frente a la patrulla, todo bien. Cerca a mi condominio, a unos 800 metros al pasar una curva, no se que me paso, me impacte en un árbol. Cuando reaccione sagraba mi nariz, mi boca, ella tenía su cabeza inclinada cerca al parabrizas pues quedamos presionados con el tablero, no me contestaba, trate de moverla pero desmaye del dolor. Llegaron a auxiliarnos y me sacaron a mi, despues a ella. Mis lesiones visibles eran en mi nariz, boca y cabeza, pero al ponerme de pie el hueso de mi pierna derecha salio sobre el pantalon y me pusieron en una camilla. Yo queria saber de Veronica, queria verla pero no me dejaban mover, me decian ella esta bien, la estan atendiendo en otra ambulancia. Yo no agradecia sus atensiones, por el contrario los insultaba y hasta golpee a un paramédico.

Al verme en un cuarto de Hospital y a mi lado una de mis hermanas pregunte nuevamente por Veronica (mi actitud era grosera) ella contesto que Veronica habia muerto; ella era su cuñada. En ese momento me di cuenta que mi vida habia cambiado por completo, me habia convertido en un criminal como me decia un oficial en la cárcel.

Enfrente a la justicia, me sentenciaron, estuve en la cárcel, ese tiempo ahí para mi fué sumamente díficil. Lastime a la familia de Veronica y en especial a sus hijos; pues les quite a su madre. Mi familia, lo mas grande que tengo me dio su apoyo apezar de mi acción. Ya que perdi mi licencia, por 10 años no pude manejar y tube que usar bicicleta para ir al trabajo y ademas contaba con mis hermanas que me dieron el apoyo posible, ahora he recuperado mi licencia por completo.

La familia es el apoyo más importante que tengo hasta ahora. El alcohol quedo fuera de mi vida, no lo necesito. Mi vida solo puedo comprenderla mirando al pasado, y sin embargo, vivo camiando hacia adelante.

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