Please God, I'm Only 17 - the Dear Abby / Ann Landers heartbreaker....
written by John Berrio The day I died was an ordinary school day. How I wish 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 until 8:40 tomorrow morning! I ran to the parking lot, excited at the thought of driving a car and being my own boss. Free!
It doesn'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 was passing an old lady who seemed to be going awfully slow. 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 I awakened; it was very quiet. A police officer was standing over me. Then I saw a doctor. My body was mangled. I was saturated with blood. Pieces of jagged glass were 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 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 I have to look at Mom's eyes when she faced the most terrible ordeal of her life? Dad suddenly looked like an old man. He told the man in charge, "Yes, he is my son."
The funeral was a weird experience. I saw all my relatives and friends walk toward the casket. They passed by, one by one, and looked at me with the saddest eyes I've ever seen. Some of my buddies were crying. A few of the girls touched my hand and sobbed as they walked away.
Please -- somebody -- wake me up! Get me out of here! I can't bear to see my mom and dad so broken up. My grandparents are so racked with grief they can hardly walk. My brothers and sisters are like zombies. They move like robots. In a daze, everybody. No one can believe this. And I can't believe it, either.
Please don't bury me! I'm not dead! I have a lot of living to do! I want to laugh and run again. I want to sing and dance. Please don't put me in the ground. I promise if you give me one more chance, God, I'll be the most careful driver in the whole world. All I want is one more chance!
Please, God, I'm only 17!
2006-08-01 17:55:51 · 5 answers · asked by Jill1012 3 in Pregnancy & Parenting ➔ Adolescent
Gallow you are a piece of ****!!!
That story is so sad! Kids today (and always) are in such a rush to grow up!! I'm scared for when my son starts growing up (hes 2 1/2)....I hope, as a parent, I can protect him and teach him the lessons of life so he can make good decisions without me having to be jumping down his throat.....I hope God can help me with my little boy to make sure he grows up (and lives!)....God bless our children!!
2006-08-01 18:28:54 · answer #1 · answered by Anonymous · 3⤊ 1⤋
gallow thats so mean maybe parents should talk to their teens before they start driving i dont drive yet to young
2006-08-01 18:05:06 · answer #2 · answered by justjuice 2 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Never rush to your freedom
2006-08-01 18:08:34 · answer #3 · answered by Viety 2 · 0⤊ 0⤋
at least their parents won't have to pay for college
it may be mean but there is a silver lining behind every cloud
2006-08-01 18:00:34 · answer #4 · answered by gallow 5 · 0⤊ 2⤋
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What?
2006-08-01 18:34:01 · answer #5 · answered by french_dude4u 3 · 0⤊ 0⤋