What’s So Bad? It’s Only One Time…
Today is finally the day. Everyone is somber, dressed in black. The candles and flowers create a despondent mood among everyone. As I look across the room, I see everyone’s faces. This is the most dejected group of people I have ever seen, and I am the guiltiest person I have ever seen. I think about how I could be responsible for the death of these two little boys. They were so sweet, and so full of life. I took that from them, and from their families. How could I have done something so stupid? Thinking back to that day is one of the hardest things I have ever had to do, and now I am full of regret. Every time I see any young children, I remember the day it happened. While I was driving down the road, I heard my phone buzz. I knew I shouldn’t check my phone while I was driving, but it MUST be something important. “It’s only one time, it’s not like something would actually happen,” I said to myself. I was already late to work, but I had to check the text, or I would miss out on something. I thought of missing out on a funny joke my brother shared, or on the gossip my friends wanted to talk about, and thought I HAD to check what it said. What I didn’t think about was the text being more important than the children who were riding their bikes on the streets downtown. What I didn’t think about was that the text being more important than the kids having a future and being successful. That they wouldn’t get to experience life, or make memories. That their parents wouldn’t be able to watch them grow up. That their friends would have to go to school every day, knowing that they wouldn’t ever sit next to them in class again. They wouldn’t be able to play together at recess like they had since they were in kindergarten. That their younger siblings would wonder why they never came home, and why mom and dad were always crying. I had always heard on T.V. the stories about teens getting into car crashes, and I thought “How could they be so stupid?” I thought “They must not have been good drivers, because I am a good driver and that has never happened to me before.” Now that I am looking back, how could I be so stupid? I must have been a terrible driver, because that happened to me. I never thought I would become one of the statistics people glance over on the news. I never thought I would be one of the people who injure someone else. How could I be so stupid? How could I let those two children die, and how could I have thought that one stupid text was more important than their lives? Why couldn’t I wait the 5 minutes it took to get to work? Now, I am alive, and those two kids are gone. Every day, I have to live with the guilt of taking the lives of two children I had known since they were born. Why didn’t I just turn my phone off? I knew it was a distraction, yet I set it on my lap, were I could feel the “BUZZ” of each notification. I could have just turned my phone off. I could have just not looked at the text. I could have not killed the two children who live down the street from where I live. Instead, I chose to look at the text. I know that I will never make this mistake again. It has already cost me two lives, and has cost America THOUSAND’S of lives. Enough is enough. Don’t drive distracted, and help to change the lives of future generations.
This essay describes the terrible guilt that comes with such a tragic event as the one described. In this story, the author is describing how choosing to read a text instead of choosing to drive safely has changed her life. In real life, my mom is a Central Basin Traffic Safety Task Force Manager, and she shares with me the terribly sad stories about the dangers of distracted driving. Through this essay, I hope to inspire someone to make the right choice when it comes to driving distracted. It’s simply NOT WORTH IT.