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"Please, God, I'm Only 17"
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 of 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.
Suddently 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 tht 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 into 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 of 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. 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. 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!
The author of the above is unknown. This story has been seen Ann Lander's column and has been requested repeatedly as a reprint over the years and appeared in one of Ann Landers' books.
After the Death of a Child
Living With Loss Through the Years
By Sherokee Isle and Arlene Appelbaum
"When our daughter Leilani Jean died three weeks before delivery, it was a terrilbe blow after having lost two other children in the first trimester of pregnancy. We had awaited her birth for 12 long years only to learn that it was not to be. This book helped us to cope and it helped me to hold on to the edge of what seemed an endless black pit.and it also helped me to see the light at the end of it all.Nothing can take the pain away but this book does help soften it alot."
Roses In December.
By Marilyn Willett Heavilin
From the back cover: "With deep compassion and empathy, Marilyn Heavilin reaches out to help those who are grieving find God's comfort. Having lost three sons, she knows the tremendous sorrows and struggles that come with the death of a loved one. Yet she shares how even in the winters of our lives God provides roses--special occasions, special people, and special memories--to give us strength to persevere and draw close to Him. This book will help you understand the grieving process, support family members, give insight into sibling grief, and maintain your marriage during this difficult time. You'll discover there are Roses in December." This book has been a godsend for the parents of Lora's companion in death, Lisa Roberts. This book was recommended by one of our members, Jan Hernandez.
The Compassionate Friends
The Death of an Adult Child
Grief, Loss and Recovery
The Healing Place
National Highway Traffic Safety Administration
National Safety Council
Young Driver's Safety Tips
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