Drinking and Driving
Paul Sweeney (sweeney@NETWAY1.MDC.NET)
Sun, 20 Apr 1997 15:05:58 -0400
The poem below was sent to me by a personal friend. Please share it with
your children and forward to as many friends as you wish. I know that
everyone I am sending this to does not have children of driving age but most
of them will be there soon. Its always good to begin teaching these lessons
early. Scouters, please share with your Troops and Posts as a Scoutmaster's
Minute if you wish.
Paul Sweeney, firstname.lastname@example.org, ASM, T-7, Lowell, Ma
Voice: (508)452-6502 Snail Mail: 20 Penn Av., Lowell, MA 01852
"There are three things which are real: God, human folly, and
laughter. The first two are beyond our comprehension. So we
must do what we can with the third." -Indian proverb
>Subject: please read :)
>I know that we have read this poem once before... but we need to do it
>again... Lets try and save someone's life. Share it with your
>children...send a copy to your local high school and/or college. Its
>something that is very important to me. Thanks :)
>Read this important poem......
> 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 others said I should.
> I know I did the right thing, Mom, I know you're always right.
> Now the party is finally ending, Mom, 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 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, but 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 probably 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 who 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
> 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?
> If you would like, please forward this to as many people as you can.
> See if we can get this poem going around the world so that we can
> make people understand that drinking and driving tears lives and
> families apart in a way that can never be repaired.
>Thanks A Million!!!!
Terry Howerton Sakima Group, Inc. SCOUTER Magazine Kansas City