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   Date: Thu, 31 Oct 1996 14:48:35 -0500 (EST)
   From: "Michael A. Wong" <3maw8@qlink.queensu.ca>

DEATH OF AN INNOCENT

 I went to a party, Mom, I remembered what you said.
 You told me not to drink, Mom, so I drank soda instead.
 I really felt proud inside, Mom, the way you said I would.
 I didn't drink and drive, Mom, even though the others said I should.
 I know I did the right thing, mom, I know you are always right.
 Now the party is finally ending, Mom, as everyone is driving out of sight.

 As I got into my car, Mom, I know I'd get home in one piece.
 Because of the way you raised me, so responsible and sweet.
 I started to drive away, Mom, but as I pulled out into the road,
 the other car didn't see me, Mom, and hit me like a load.
 As I lay there on the pavement, Mom, I hear the policeman say,
 the other guy is drunk, Mom, and now I'm the one who will pay.
 I'm lying here dying, Mom.  I wish you'd get here soon.

 How could this happen to me, Mom?  My life just burst like a ballon.
 There is blood all around me, mom, and most of it is mine.
 I hear the medic say, Mom, I'll die in a short time.
 I just want to tell you, Mom, I swear I didn't drink.
 It was the others, Mom.  The others didn't think.
 He was probably at the same party as I.
 The only difference is, he drank and I will die.

 Why do people drink, Mom?  It can ruin your whole life.
 I'm feeling sharp pains now.  Pains just like a knife.
 The guy who hit me is walking, Mom, and I don't think it's fair.
 I'm lying here dying and all he can do is stare.

 Tell my brother not to cry, Mom.  Tell Daddy to be brave.
 And when I go to heaven, Mom, put "Daddy's Girl" on my grave.
 Someone should have told him, Mom, not to drink and drive.
 If only they had told him, Mom, I would still be alive.

 My breath is getting shorter, Mom.  I'm becoming very scared.
 Please don't cry for me, Mom.  When I needed you, you were always there.
 I have one last question, Mom, before I say good bye.
 I didn't drink and drive, so why am I the one to die?

Someone took the effort to write this poem.  So please, forward this to
as many people as you can.  And see if we can get a chain going around
the world that will make people understand that drinking and driving
don't mix.

 TOGETHER WE CAN MAKE A DIFFERENCE, so please forward this letter to as
many people as you can