Moment to think ,

Okay , so i was just on someone's blog just now reading this .. and wow it totally changed my opinions about drinking and other stuff. Like wow , it really got to me . It got me to think about all this stuff . And i think you guys should take a moment of your life to read it cause it really changes things around if you were thinking the way i was before that "drinking wont hurt anyone its just for fun or to drown the sorrow away and everything would be good afterwards" definitely not . Now ima think before i say yes to someone offering me a drink or whatever. But yeah just wanted to share because its a pretty strong message .

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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, and 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 lie here 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?

--unknown .