There was an old movie called “Paying the Piper” illustrating the story of a father’s challenges raising his teenage daughter. In one of the scenes, the girl asks permission to attend the high school dance with an older guy. Reluctantly, the dad allows her to go, though remains protective, not wanting anything in the “real world” to harm his little girl. Waiting up for her on the night of the dance, the father is faced with his worst nightmare, when his daughter doesn’t return home. And as he opens his front door to the faces of two policemen, he learns that she and her boyfriend had been drinking and carelessly drove off of a bridge. Both died instantly.
The father is confused. “How could any restaurant, bar, or liquor store, sell alcohol to a minor?” So determined to find the culprit, he spends endless time and money investigating the crime, only to find himself more upset from a failed search. Slumping in his living room chair, the father decides a drink wouldn’t hurt his own tired nerves at this point. But opening his liquor cabinet, he’s stunned to find his bottle missing, replaced by a note that said the following: “Dear Dad, I know you would like your scotch to help you celebrate. I thought you wouldn’t mind sharing it with me.” Read more »
