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Not sure if this is the right forum to post this in. If not then Katie or Ry can move it. I am sure you all have read this but thought I'd post it in case someone might not. With the Christmas and New Year season upon us, please pass on to all teen-age drivers and maybe an adult driver as well. Hope everyone has a safe and Happy Christmas Season.

Please God I’m Only 17

It was just an ordinary school day.

How I wished I had taken the bus. But I was too cool for the bus. I remember how I wheedled 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 untill 8:40 tomorrow morning!

I ran to the parking lot, exited at the thought of driving a car and being my own boss. Free!

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

Suddenly it was quiet. A police officer was standing over me. There was a doctor and my body was mangled. I was saturated with blood. Pieces of jagged glass was 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 17. I’ve got a date tonight. I’m supposed to grow up and have a wonderful life. I haven’t even 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 my mother have to face the most terrible ordeal of her life? Why did dad suddenly look like an old man?

He told the man in charge, “Yes, this is my child.”

The funeral was a weird experience. All my realitives and friends walked toward the casket. They passed by, one by one, and looked at me with the saddest eyes. Some of the boys were crying. A few of the girls touched my hand and sobbed as they walked away.

I wish someone could wake me up and get me out of this casket! My mom and dad are so broken up. My grandparents are so racked with grief that they can barely walk. My brothers ans sisters stare ahead

like zombies and move like robots. No one can believe that this happened to me.

Please don’t bury me! I have lots of living to do! I want to run and jump again. I want to laugh and sing.

Please don’t put me in the ground. I promise if you give me one more chance, I’ll be the most careful driver in the world!

Please , God, I’m only 17!

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