I Didn’t Think It Could Happen To Me
Mom, I first want to say I’m sorry that I didn’t listen. You told me time and time again that it happens way too often. Put your phone down. Text them later. Sometimes you’d even tell me to put my phone and purse in the trunk until I arrived at my destination. Dad, when you were teaching me how to drive you asked me to make wise decisions. You told me that you trust me to be a big girl and be a smart young woman. Even though I laughed every time you mentioned it, you told me that the police would pull me over every time I speed. Little sister, I wanted to be the coolest big sister you could ever ask for. Every now and then I could tell that maybe I tried to be too cool when we were headed to the mall or fair. Your body would tense up and you’d grasp your belt tighter. I want you all to know I love you so much. I’m sorry that I ignored every lesson and every lecture. I’m sorry that I was careless when controlling an on the road weapon. You warned me that driving wasn’t a game. You told me time and time again, put the phone down. You advised me to be light with my foot on the pedal. Mom, I’m sorry that after all these years, I took your scars for granted. I watched you cry and tell your tribulation of being hit by a drunk driver. I should’ve known to be more careful. Put the phone down. Watch your speed. Know that driving is not a game. And after all of this, I didn’t think it could happen to me.