The day I died was an ordinary school day. 
How I  wish I had taken the bus. I remember how I wheedled 
the car out of Mom. 
"Special favor, "I pleaded, "All the kids drive." 
When the 2:50 bell rang. I threw all my books in the locker, 
I was free until 8:40 tomorrow morning ! 
I ran to the parking lot, excited at the thought of driving a 
car and being my own boss. Free ! 
It doesn't matter how the accident happened. I was goofing off ~ 
going too fast. Taking crazy chances. But I was enjoying 
my freedom and having fun. The last thing I remember 
was passing an old lady who was going to slow.
I heard the deafening crash and felt a terrific jolt. 
Glass and steel flew everywhere. 
My whole body seemed to be turning inside out. 
I heard myself scream. 
  

Suddenly I awakened ; it was very quiet. 
A police officer was standing over me. Then I saw a doctor. 
My body was mangled. I was saturated with blood.
Pieces of jagged glass were sticking out all over.
Strange that I couldn't feel anything. 

 
Hey, don't put that sheet over my head. I can't be dead  ~I've got a date tonight. I am supposed to grow up  and have a wonderful life. 
I haven't lived yet. 
I can't be dead... 

Later I was placed in a drawer. 
My folks had to identify me. 
Why did they have to see me like this ? 
Why did I have to look at Mom's eyes when she faced
the most terrible ordeal of her life ? 
 

Dad suddenly looked like an old man. He told the man in charge, 
"Yes, he is my son ." 
The funeral was a weird experience. I saw all my friends walk toward the casket. They passed by, one by one, and looked at me with the saddest eyes I've ever seen. A few of the girls touched my hand and sobbed 
as they walked away. 

 
Please......Somebody......Wake Me Up....... 
Get me out of here. 
I can't bear to see my Mom and Dad  so broken up. 
My grandparents are so racked with grief they can barely walk.
My Brothers and Sisters are all zombies. 
They move like robots. In a daze~  Everybody ! 
No one can beleive this, And, I can't either. 
 

Please don't bury me ! 
I'm not dead ! 
I have alot of living to do ! 
I want to laugh and run again. I want to sing and dance... 
Please...don't put me in the ground. 
I promise if you give me just one more chance, God, 
I'll be the most careful driver in the whole world. All I want is one more chance.... 
Please God, 
I'm Only  17 ! 
  

When I first read this story in Dear Abby,
I cried.... Please share this with those you love,

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