Think About It....

A drunk driver may not lose his life but may be an instrument of death of someone else.
*This poem made me cry*.

Please make ur kids read it too.

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 "GOOD BOY " 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. So that it will make people understand not to mix drinking and driving.

Real Story of Jagjit & Chitra Singh's son who was crushed to death by a drunk boy.