(bryanism on: Intuitive Experiences --> Make a Diffference!)
I was pulling out of the dealership after picking up my car for a much needed tune-up and drove out onto the road headed toward the highway back to my house. Sitting in the lane at a stop light with other cars in front of me, a car almost hits me from behind, but instead swurves over to the right onto the gravel margin of the ramp speeding ahead onto the highway. 
I could see people in cars ahead reacting, possibly concluding that the man in this white Lexus was just being rude, but I sensed danger. Actually? self-endangerment! As the light turned green I made an agressive entry onto the highway and managed to get directly behind him, prepared for the most harolding ride of my life.
"God!" I said aloud to myself counting how many road side repair projects were on that highway this summer, "two, three, four.." with men and women walking in path of this man driving like a maniac, weaving in out of lanes narrowly missing the cones, people barely escaping with lives by moving out of the way in a nic of time, not even aware. I couldn't help but think aloud, "...man and lady..you've got angels watchin' out over you today," as I turned on my emergency blinkers, while flashing brights trying to get people's attention to move aside so I could stay behind this man. 
Once we cleared most all highway repair sites, I and the man continued barrelling down the highway headed towards exits on the west part of town, where I thought he surely lived, considering the kind of car he drove. And as we approached each exit I said aloud and telepathically, "Get off here, man...get off here!
We passed two exits when it seemed he finally slowed down barely in enough time to make it off the ramp. Luckily the light turned green, because he probably wouldn't have stopped anyway.
I said, "Thank God,"  still directly behind him through two more intersections. He finally turned off the main busy road into a parking lot around the corner from my dentist's office. I pulled in right behind him, got out of my car and immediately went up to the driver side to find him out like a light. I was amazed and shocked that we made it there in one piece.
Then I looked around to see a black police officer exiting one of the business suite complexes. I briskly walked over to him and then gestured while saying, "Sir, are you on duty?"
"No," he said looking down at his watch, "This is just security work, and I'm going off right now," still I interjected, "But there's something you need to see" motioning with my arm that he come over where I was to look into the driver's side window of the car I had been chasing for the last five miles. 
"Hmmpf!" the off-duty officer grunted, "looks drunk as a skunk!" he chuckled also noticing a fifth of gin lying on the floor of the passenger's side -- 1/5th full.
I knocked on the window and to our surprised the impaired driver mustered the recognizance to lower it a little, which is when I asked, "Sir, have you taken any medication along with that alcohol?"
He muttered barely intelligible, saying something that sounded like, "Lo-rah-za-pam...," after which his head dropped backward against the head rest.
"Oh my God," I said to the officer, "Call the paramedics, this man's life is in danger."
The Officer went back into the building and came out moments later. Thank goodness he had keys and access to a phone inside. Still mystified he reported, "someone's on the way."
"Good," I said pacing along side the car.
"Well, you can go now," the cop said as if my good deed was done, but something said, "Stay. Make a difference," and so I did.
Two paramedics jumped out to join us as the cop called out to them, "Just another drunk driver,"  rallying comradely amongst his fellow-public servants as if to alienate me and my concern, while signifying the near empty bottle of gin on the carfloor.
The thinner paramedic reached his arm through the narrow opening between the slightly opened window and door frame and successfully unlocked the door before opening it.
We all breathed a sigh of relief.
I went on to say, ..."And there's more." I stepped forward and continued, "I followed this man into town, and it was a dangerous ride -- let me tell you." Both paramedics looked puzzled at each other and then back and me, while I explained further, ..."and the first moment I had, I asked him if he had ingested any medication along with this alcohol, and I'm pretty sure he pronounced, 'lorazepam!'" 
The other paramadic elbowed the other saying, "Oh, that's just an antidepressant."
I further informed, "It's not used like that anymore. It's now known more for anti-anxiety, being related to valium, which is deadly when mixed with alcohol," I pointed back to the near-empty bottle on the carfloor.
One of the paramedics looked at the other and then glanced at the officer for permission, "So, what do you say, officer? Should we just get this gentleman safely at home, now that we know his address (having his wallet handy) and let him sleep this off?" 
All three looked at one another and with a wink and nod proceeded to execute the suggestion, but I insisted otherwise, "Well, wait a minute, gentlemen. There's a lot more worth saving here than this man's reputation and driver's record. How about his life?" I walked in the midst of them as if taking center stage.
"This is a deadly pharmacologic mix. This man could die!" I eyed each of them one-by-one measuring their sincerity and sense of professionalism above all.
The cop said, "Well, young man, he looks fine to me."
I interrupted, "Listen, we don't know how much of this drug he ingested, meaning we don't know whether all the drug is fully absorbed into his bloodstream.  If there's more drug to be absorbed, once this happens his levels can reach toxic concentration such that his breating center completely shuts down. We have no way of knowing if his bloodlevels have reached steadystate yet."
"Listen guys,"  I almost took the paramedics aside snatching back their comradely as an allied health professional, "I know you might not be fully aware of the pharmacodynamics I'm reviewing with you, but as pharmacist what I'm saying shouldn't be second guessed," which is when all three stood at attention.
I continued, "Take this man to an emergency room, and explain everything I just said; and they'll be sure to monitor his vitals for an appropriate time period or when he's out of danger. Have I made myself perfectly clear?"
"Yes, you have," one of the paramedics stammered, while the off-duty cop shrugged his shoulders.
As everyone drove off and went their way, I stuck a business card between his car's wiper and front shield with a message written on the back explaining, "I am both an intuitive and pharmacist. I'm the one who made sure you got to the hospital. Contact me if you need someone to talk too."
As I drove off alone, I thought, "Yeah. Make a difference."