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The Day I Died

Day I died Teen Drinking and Driving

All teenagers should read this!

How I wish I'd of taken the bus! But I was too cool for the bus. I remember how I wheeled the car out of mom. "Special favor," I pleaded, "all the kids drive." When the 2:50 bell rang, I threw all my books in the locker. I was free until 8:40 tomorrow morning! I ran to the parking lot, excited at the thought of driving a car and being my own boss. Free!

It doesn't matter how the accident happened. I was goofing off-going too fast. Taking crazy chances. Drinking and driving, too. But I was enjoying my freedom and having fun. The last I remember was passing an old lady who seemed to be going awfully slow. I heard the deafening crash and felt a terrific jolt. Glass and steel flew everywhere. My whole body seemed to be turning inside out. I heard myself scream.

Suddenly I awakened; it was very quiet. A police officer was standing over me. Then I saw a doctor. My body was mangled and mutilated; I was saturated with blood. Pieces of jagged glass were sticking out all over. Strange that I couldn't feel anything.

Hey, don't pull that sheet over my head. I can't be dead. I'm only 16, I've got a date tonight. I am suppose to grow up and have a wonderful life. I haven't lived yet. I can't be dead!

Later, I was placed in a drawer. My folks had to identify me. Why did they have to see me like this? Why did I have to look at mom's eyes when she faced the most terrible ordeal of her life? Dad, suddenly looked like an old man. He told the man in charge, "Yes, he's my son."

The funeral was a weird experience. I saw all my relatives and friends walk towards the casket. They passed by, one by one, and looked at me with the saddest eyes I've ever seen. Some of my buddies were crying. A few of the girls touched my hand and sobbed as they walked away.

Please, somebody wake me up! Get me out of here. I can't bare to see my Mom and Dad so broken up. My grandparents are so racked with grief they can barely walk. My brothers and sisters are like zombies. They move like robots. In a daze, everybody! No one can believe this. And I can't believe it either.

Please don't bury me! I'm not dead! I have a lot of living to do! I want to laugh and run again! I want to sing and dance! Please don't put me in the ground, I promise if you give me just one more chance, God, I'll be the most careful driver in the whole world. All I want is one more chance!

Please...God...one more chance...I'm only 16...

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daddy
Aug. 30th, 2003 04:45 pm (UTC)
After 27 years as a Firefighter-EMT
unfortunately, I have had to be the one who has peeled many vehicles away from dead and dying teen bodies, who thought they were like superman and nothing bad could happen to them.

The story hits home, but the best part is that the teens cannot hear the anguish and pain that their selfish actions are putting their parents and loved ones through.

Wonderful post, I just hope that by posting it it might make one teen think before they become a statistic.
eirhjien
Aug. 31st, 2003 08:28 am (UTC)
exactly why i never let anyone in my car. It sucked, but even senior year i took the bus, especially how about 8 people dies that year the same way as above
melvist
Sep. 1st, 2003 10:45 am (UTC)
First of all, that's a sappy story.

Second of all, someone would have to be a complete idiot to do anything that stupid.

Eighth of all, now, I drive fast, but I do not take chances. Though it really wouldn't matter (well, I value my life, but it wouldn't be a big deal) either which way if I suddenly exploded into little pieces, it would matter if I hurt somebody else (some innocent family going down the road, for example). So, I'm always careful. And everyone else should be. Seems there are too many psychos on the road, though.
melvist
Sep. 1st, 2003 10:49 am (UTC)
Ah, but, if I ever was going to die in a car accident(or any other accident for that matter), I would want to go in the most amazing way possible.

Say, tipping over on one side, metal screeching, crashing through a guardrail and falling off a very high bridge, and crash-landing and exploding (a-la the truck in Groundhog Day). All to the blissful sounds of a very loud Alice Cooper song. Whoo. If I were one of those wacko ultra-depressed teens, I'd probably do that. Glad I'm not one of those.
kamerryn
Dec. 20th, 2003 06:56 pm (UTC)
How fast is fast?

melvist
Dec. 21st, 2003 10:47 am (UTC)
Fast is as fast does! Er.

Depending on the area, usually I drive precisely the speed limit, unlike a few who either drive fifteen miles per hour UNDER, or fifty miles per hour OVER.
kamerryn
Dec. 21st, 2003 06:40 pm (UTC)
Aww, aren't you well behaved!! I just bought a flash new car. Adhering to the speed limit is harder than it used to be, but if I dig deep I usually manage :D
melvist
Dec. 21st, 2003 08:07 pm (UTC)
Very nice, what model is it?
kamerryn
Dec. 22nd, 2003 12:29 am (UTC)
Have a look at my latest lj entry to see a link to someone else's page, same colour and everything!
melvist
Dec. 22nd, 2003 08:42 pm (UTC)
*goes to see*
exquisiteone
Sep. 1st, 2003 11:29 am (UTC)
I agree. There's a difference between driving fast and driving crazy. You can drive fast and cautiously. I don't think most young people realsie that!
sakiroa
Sep. 6th, 2003 02:20 pm (UTC)
>I remember how I wheeled the car out of mom
Huh?

Also, front car windows don't shatter and side car windows shatter downwards (aka don't fly at you).

Also, "All teenagers should read this"? Such a wonderful stereotype you have going here.

Also, that was one of the more unintelligent stories I've ever heard.

Also, in regards to the last point, you should get hired by the lifetime channel.

*barf*

Sorry. If it makes you feel better, I eat babies.
kamerryn
Dec. 20th, 2003 06:58 pm (UTC)
"I remember how I wheeled the car out of mom"
Huh?


Perhaps "wheedled".
sakiroa
Dec. 20th, 2003 08:56 pm (UTC)
Oh. That makes much more sense. I was afraid she had unwittingly parked the car inside some strange, dark, behemothic orifice that had evidently belonged to her mom.
kamerryn
Dec. 21st, 2003 06:43 pm (UTC)
As unlikely as that is when involved in such a morbid little tale, it would nonetheless have made it far more entertaining.

Especially if Mom was anally retentive.
petersheil
Sep. 6th, 2003 08:03 pm (UTC)
On the other hand ...
Firstly hi - this is what happens when you add me ... I comment on posts :)

Secondly this seems to me to typify the American attitude of protecting youngsters without giving them mental / physical experiences to develop an ability to take informed desicions. The clasic example of this is alcohol - by banning it completely for the under 21s [is that true for all states?] they never have a chance to develop an awareness of what they can and cannot cope with. Compare this with the European - I'll use French as the example but I believe it is similar for a number of countries - way of doing things. A traditional French family would have wine with a family meal and the children would be allowed to have some (maybe watered) from quite an early age. This means that the are used to it, have a supportive environment where they can try different drinks / quantities and see what happens to them.

Please excuse the lack of detailed logical discussion - it is 4 AM here and I should have gone to bed a while ago :)

Peace
peter
ceciley
Sep. 7th, 2003 03:11 am (UTC)
Re: On the other hand ...
i like this point. in the netherlands, where cannabis is legalized [for the over 18s] consumption is actually lower than it is in britain, where its not. the alcohol thing is silly. if a teenager wants alcohol, they'll always be a store thats lax on ID, or a 21yr old happy to buy them something, or a person who can get fake ID for them.
petersheil
Sep. 7th, 2003 10:05 am (UTC)
Re: On the other hand ...
I hadn't thought of the drugs aspect, yes I agree with you on it. We should allow youngsterrs to develop their own ability to decide what they wil and will not do. We should engender moral values into them - hmmm that sounds a bit like indoctrination :) I mean that we should give them the ability to decide what is right and wrong for themselves and to be able to fit in to a responsible, caring society ... if we ever manage to have one of those. If their decisions are a bit different from our own then that is OK - eg personally I have never knowingly had "drugs" - never felt the need to and didn't smoke - but I do have alcohol in moderate amounts. If I had kids that tried drugs and decided that they wanted to keep on taking them then, after discussing it with them I'd allow them to make their own informed decision about whether to carry on or not.

Peace
peter
ceciley
Sep. 7th, 2003 02:34 pm (UTC)
Re: On the other hand ...
yes. quite apart from engendering moral values, keeping cannabis illegal sends mixed messages. for instance, 49% of british 13-15yr olds have tried cannabis, and the majority have found it to be a not very exciting but mildly pleasureable experience. but gov. policy, in keeping it illegal, effectively says 'yeah, well, heroin is just like that too!'
clearly not THE greatest of ideas....
petersheil
Sep. 8th, 2003 02:48 am (UTC)
Re: On the other hand ...
Of course if the government legalised a lot of the drugs and taxed them they'd end up having better qulity standards and the taxes on the rest of us could be lowered [plus reducing the criminal's ability to launder money as ffectively]

Peace
peter
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