A very sobering thought (fwd)

Cassie (cb6701@Bristol.ac.uk)
Thu, 28 Nov 1996 11:28:54 +0000 (GMT)


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>From pw6390@Bristol.ac.uk Wed Nov 27 18:12:57 1996
From: PMR Wright <pw6390@bristol.ac.uk>
Message-Id: <199611271807.SAA24527@irix.bris.ac.uk>
Subject: A very sobering thought (fwd)
To: r.irwin.brown@rave.ac.uk (Robin Irwin-Brown),
cb6701@bristol.ac.uk (Cassandra Backus),
ae6630@bristol.ac.uk (Alice Evans),
el0u6077@pop1.liv.ac.uk (Dave Ramsden),
hia96rgt@sheffield.ac.uk (Russel Turk),
shu96ra@reading.ac.uk (Ross Asquith), pikerj@aston.ac.uk (Rory Pike)
Date: Wed, 27 Nov 1996 18:07:03 +0000 (GMT)
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> > >
> > > 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.
> > >
> > > 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?
> > > ************************
> > > Someone took the effort to write this poem.
> > > So please, forward this to as many people as you can.
> > > And see if we can get a chain going around the world that will make
> > > people
> > > understand that drinking and driving don't mix.
> > > TOGETHER WE CAN MAKE A DIFFERENCE, so please forward this letter to
> > > as many people as you can. -----End Of Forwarded Message -----
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