It Won’t Happen to Me
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It won’t happen to me, I thought. What’s the chance of an accident, it’s only a short distance and yet my life was gone. With that decision, I lost my future, my dreams, and my goals. I left the ones I loved and because of that one decision, I’m now laying in a grave. If I had gotten a glimpse into the future would I still have made that decision? Of course not, no one would have. Yet the ironic thing is all of us are aware of these dangers; it’s taught to us in our driving course classes and at our schools and the numbers scream at us on billboards: 1.6 million people die every year because of cell phones alone, 2.5 times the amount of people who died during the Civil War. Some decisions never leave.
This essay was inspired by my aunt and young cousins who were hit by a distracted driver. The driver died at impact. Although my aunt, who had worked as a middle school teacher, and cousins survived, their lives have never been the same. She has never been able to work again after the numerous surgeries: metal splints to fix a broken femur bone, two thoraic surgeries to repair a torn diaphram and to relocate her intestines that had filled her chest cavity, reconstruction of her ankles and wrists, and severe anxiety with post-traumatic stress disorder. She still suffers from severe allergies to many foods as her body has rejected any food in her system at the time of the accident. One bad decision and the impact continues. So many lives will never be the same.