This came across my "desk" this morning from a student at Fl State. He
didn't know that the 17 year old daughter of a friend of mine was killed
last Saturday night by a 18yo drunk driver. They both went to the same
school; were in two classes together; and had many of the same friends.
I won't say that Kay was an angel, but she had her dreams and hopes. I am
sure that the boy was not a "bad" one, and probably had his dreams too.
Now all is shattered...
If you have a teenager around; a son, daughter, neighbor, whatever...
maybe they'll read it and "think". I hope so.
Forwarded message
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>>
>> DEATH OF AN INNOCENT
>>
>>I went to a party, Mom, I remembered what you said.
>>You told me not to drink, Mom, so I drank soda instead.
>>I really felt proud inside, 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 were always right.
>>Now the party is finally ending, Mom, as everyone is driving out of sight.
>>As I got into my car, Mom, I knew I'd get home in one piece.
>>Because of the way you raised me, so responsible and sweet.
>>
>>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 drunk, 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 I don't think it's fair.
>>I'm lying here dying and all he can do is stare.
>>
>>Tell my brother not to cry, Mom. 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 had told him, Mom, I would still be alive.
>>
>>My breath is getting shorter, Mom. I'm becoming very scared.
>>Please don't cry for me, Mom. When I needed you, you were always there.
>>I have one last question, Mom, before I say good bye.
>>I didn't drink and drive, so why am I the one to die?
>>
later...
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