Let me tell you a story. It is a sad one so make sure you have the tissues ready. The story is about a young teenage girl who decides to go to a party. Although there is drinking going on at this party, this young girl is smart and decides not to drink and drive.
Although this is a smart move on her part, things still go terribly wrong. This story may be fiction but the message it provides us is true.
So, the young girl goes to the party and listens to her mom and decides not to drink. However, as she pulls out, a young boy pulls out the same time as her. He went to the same party but he did decide to drink. Not only did he decide to drink but he chose to drink and drive.
Because the teenage boy chooses to drink and drive, he ends up hitting the young girl and kills her. Although killing her is sad, it is the note found in her hand that may be even sadder. Read on to find out what she wrote in the letter to her mother.
I went o a party, mom. I remembered what you said. You told me not to drink, mom. So, I drank soda instead.
I really felt proud mom. The way you said I would. I didn’t drink and drive, mom. Even though the others said I should.
I know I did the right thing mom. I know you are always right. Now the party is finally ending, mom. As everyone is driving out of sight.
I started to drive away, mom. But as I pulled out into the road. The other car didn’t see me, mom. And hit me like a load.
As I lay there on the pavement mom. I hear the policeman say, “The other guy is drink,” mom. And now I;m the one who will pay.
I’m lying here dying, mom. I wish you’d get here soon. How could this happen to me, mom? My life just burst like a balloon.
There is blood all around me, mom. And most of it is mine. I hear the medic say, mom. I’ll die in a short time.
I just wanted to tell you mom. I swear I didn’t drink. It was the others, mom. The others didn’t think.
He was probably at the same party as I. The only difference is, he drank and I will die.
Why do people drink, mom?It can ruin your whole life. I’m feeling sharp pains now. Pains just like a knife.
The guy who hit me is walking, mom. And all he can do is stare. I’m lying here dying and all he can do is stare.
Tell my brother not to cry, mom. And tell daddy to be brave. And when I go to Heaven, mom, put “Daddy’s Girl” on my grave.
Someone should have told him mom, not to drink and drive. If only they would have told him, mom, I would still be alive.
I have one last question, mom. Before I say goodbye.
I didn’t drink and drive. So why am I the one to die?