Too Late To Stop

 

Texting while Driving

Distracted driving

 

 

 

 

 

 

By Bob Comeans

You were texting. I wasn’t wearing my seat belt.

You were distracted. I was speeding.

You pulled your car out. I didn’t have time to react.

We hit at close to 60 mph,

Head on.

Your dashboard broke your left leg.

My windshield fractured my skull and broke my neck.

You were crying. I was silent.

Your heart beat faster. My heart beat stopped.

You were stabilized and given pain meds.

I was stabilized and medics pumped my heart and breathed for me.

Your ER doctor cast your leg.

My ER doctor called for Life Flight.

You were released and driven home.

I was admitted and flown to a trauma center.

Your family will comfort you. My family will comfort each other.

You survived. I died.

This shouldn’t have happened,

To you.

To me.

Please, before it’s too late,

Stop.

(This story is a work of fiction based on cold, hard facts)

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