- Published on Tuesday, 20 February 2001 19:52
- Written by Dave Snow
A drunk driving victim's question
Regarding Kerri Havnen Gordon's Feb. 14 column, "Devastation by a Drunk Driver": Our family knows of the injury and death that results from drunk driving. My wife is paraplegic and has written a book, "With Love, Bev," about her accident and recovery. A poem on this subject is "Death of an Innocent," which follows:
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 "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 goodbye.
I didn't drink and drive,
So why am I the one to die?
John DifferdingLos Altos
Thanks for the advance, but drop D
Thank you for the article about the benefits of having an Advance Health Care Directive (Feb. 14). I hope it will spur many procrastinators to create their own individualized documents.
I would like to make one little correction in terminology: it is an Advance Health Care Directive, not advanceD (no "d"). It is not a case of a "beginner, intermiediate, advanced" document, rather, it is a document created in advance.
Los Altos Hills