A Sobering Thought
Deirdre LaRock (butterbuns@EARTHLINK.COM)
Fri, 6 Dec 1996 21:01:22 -0500
I apologize for the length, and I know it's off topic. But, as a person who
lost a sister to a drunk driver, I take the topic personally. It is the
holiday season. And, if we can stop one person, any person from driving
under the influence, I say we give it a try. Drunk drivers don't just kill
themselves, they kill other innocent people.
So, please...let's be careful.
>Please circulate this and perhaps by the time Christmas comes,
>will have read it. A sobering poem.
>DEATH OF AN INNOCENT
>I went to a party, Mum, I remembered what you said.
>You told me not to drink, Mum, so I drank coke instead.
>I really felt proud inside, Mum, the way you said I would.
>I didn't drink and drive, Mum, even though the others said I should.
>I know I did the right thing, Mum, I know you are always right.
>Now the party is finally ending, Mum, as everyone is driving out of
>As I got into my car, Mum, 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, Mum, but as I pulled out into the road,
>the other car didn't see me, Mum, and hit me like a load.
>As I lay there on the pavement, Mum, I hear the policeman say,
>the other guy is drunk, Mum, and now I'm the one who will pay.
>I'm lying here dying, Mum. I wish you'd get here soon.
>How could this happen to me, Mum? My life just burst like a balloon.
>There is blood all around me, Mum, and most of it is mine.
>I hear the paramedic say, Mum, I'll die in a short time.
>I just wanted to tell you, Mum, I swear I didn't drink.
>It was the others, Mum. 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, Mum? It can ruin your whole life.
>I'm feeling sharp pains now. Pains just like a knife.
>The guy who hit me is walking, Mum, 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, Mum. Tell Daddy to be brave.
>And when I go to heaven, Mum, put "Daddy's Girl" on my grave
>Someone should have told him, Mum, not to drink and drive.
>If only they had told him, Mum, I would still be alive.
>My breath is getting shorter, Mum. I'm becoming very scared.
>Please don't cry for me, Mum. When I needed you, you were always
>I have one last question, Mum, before I say good bye.
>I didn't drink and drive, so why am I the one to die?
>So please, forward this to as many people as you can. And see if we
>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
>people as you can.
Terry Howerton Sakima Group, Inc. SCOUTER Magazine Kansas City