This story is about a young girl. A girl who was smart and listened to her mom. But everything still went so wrong. Everybody needs to read this story.
This story isn’t just about that girl, but about the thousands of people everyday who make a decision that could destroy the lives of others.
This particular story is fictional – but its message and the importance of this subject is something we can’t just shrug off.
Please note: the featured cover photo depicts a separate incident and is in no way related to this story.
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 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 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.
I have one last question, Mom. Before I say goodbye.
I didn’t drink and drive. So why am I the one to die?
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