The cost is myself
The cost is myself, as I drive off into the night, the darkness and despair, the worry in my mother’s face, as I drive away. This is my first time alone behind the wheel. My heart races with anticipation, as my mind drifts, my phone chimes, I know I should just let it chime, but the anticipation of the night has my mind just floating in the sky. I mean after all I’m the first of all my friends to have my license and a car. I know I should do what is right, I mean I could die tonight right? If I don’t answer my phone, will I die tonight? No… No…No, I know what is right, I knew as I drove off into the night, as I seen the worry on mommies face. So, No….No….No, I will not die tonight! I will wait to answer my phone, after all I’m going to be a good girl tonight! I have learned for what reason, not so I can die! I have learned to know what is right! After all, I really want to go to that party tomorrow night! I will not text and drive, I will not talk on my phone and drive, therefore I will not die tonight. See you all at the party tomorrow night, if you don’t text and drive!
We learn from which we should grow. Living to grow, grow knowledge, and with knowledge comes wisdom. Texting and driving can kill, from that we can not heal.