When drinking is no longer fun.

Posted: October 19, 2011 in Drunkeness, Social Trends
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Eph 5: 18 And be not drunkwith wine, wherein is excess; but be filled with the Spirit;

DONT DRINK AND DRIVE

Pro 20: 1Wine [is] a mocker, strong drink [is] raging: and whosoever is deceived thereby is not wise

Don’t Drink and Drive Poem… Sad Touching, and says it all.
This is what happens when someone gets drunk and drives… 😦

Here’s the complete 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 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 are people all around me, Mom, and they are really crying.
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 Baby” 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?”
This is the end Mom,
I wish I could look you in the eye
To say these final words
“I LOVE YOU AND…GOODBYE”

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