I Can’t Take it Back
I didn’t make it. I didn’t make it to my graduation, to my wedding, or to my future family. This was all because I thought it was so urgent to respond to one text. I didn’t even finish typing the text before I noticed I had creeped into the other lane. It was too late by then. I didn’t make it. I wish I could take it back. Watching over my family as they fell to the floor screaming when they got the call that I had died on the scene makes me wish I could take it back. Having to hear my little brother cry every night for months because he no longer has his best friend, his big sister, makes me wish I could take it back. Seeing my mom refuse to let a smile cross her face since that night makes me wish I could take it back. Lord, let me take it back! But I can’t. I can’t take it back. If I had listened to all the commercials, all the people, all the billboards, this might have never happened. I was probably too busy texting to ever really pay attention to all the signs that were screaming at me to stay safe. You are never truly careful until something happens to someone you know, and I hope that stays true for all the ones I love. The mistake I made is now permanent and is affecting everyone who knew me. Hopefully they will know the costs of reckless driving. Maybe I can be an example for all so the damage I made will not be recreated. How many people have to die because of reckless driving until we finally learn to listen to the warnings? Do not let my death be forgotten.