Breathalyzer: (n) a device used by police for measuring the amount of alcohol in a driver’s breath.
Intolerance always enters our lives when we fail to recognize our own weakness as being equally pathetic to the vices we condemn.
It’s so easy to be critical of those who drink too much, drive, and are prosecuted because of the results of a breathalyzer. Driving while intoxicated is dangerous–often lethal.
Yet by the same token, I find myself somewhat bewitched by food.
They do not have a breathalyzer test for pork chops–but I have driven home from a buffet many times having eaten to the point of nausea, getting sleepy behind the wheel because my blood sugar was soaring to the stars. But no policeman would ever insinuate I was endangering the lives of others.
Please don’t misunderstand my point. Alcohol is dangerous.
Yet there are many people who can eat three-and-a half ounces of meat and be completely satisfied without becoming intoxicated by a caloric binge.
I just want to keep my tolerance available to me when I run across those who fall victim to vice and depravity.
I, too, am weak.
The fact that my consumption does not end up in a courtroom does not alter the situation.
Thank God for breathalyzers because they do keep people off the road who are primed for an accident.
But the piece of humanity we need to always keep in mind is that each one of us has peccadilloes–which if we pick at the wrong moment, can end up being anything from a sin to a crime.
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