Drinking and driving is what killed my mom. I was in the car too. It was freaking scary, and I have barely spoken to one sister for 30 years because of that night -- she had a date and even though she knew my mom was too drunk to drive, because I told her in case she'd gone blind, she still let us drive off so she wouldn't miss her date.

My mom was swerving into the oncoming lane. I begged her to just pull over, but she ignored me. Hell, she was so fucked up I'm not even sure she HEARD me, even though I was on the verge of screaming. I tried to figure out how to FORCE the car to a stop, safely, from the passenger seat, but I couldn't figure out any way to do it that wouldn't seriously enhance our odds of dying. So, I did the only thing I could, and it saved my life: I crawled into the back seat and started praying.

A few seconds later my mom just veered to the right, off the road. I started really screaming then. I think I screamed 'Moooooooom!', so that was the last thing she heard. The car bounced across a parking lot full of concrete tire stops at around 50 mph then plowed head-on into a wooden telephone pole, cracking it in half and throwing the upper portion halfway across the street. The lower part of the telephone pole, basically a stump, sheered the car down the middle and ended up not far from the back seat area, around where the emergency brake normally is. My mom died instantly, they told me later, the steering wheel embedded in her chest. It crushed her heart, and after the impact I didn't ever again hear her make a sound or move; I think she was gone that fast.

In the back of the car, my mom had kept some cinder blocks to stabilize it in the winter. (It was a 1972 Ford Pinto, incidentally, one of the least safe cars ever built by the human race.) Anyway, the impact threw these cinder blocks forward, and some of those did hit me pretty hard, so I was rather beaten up and bruised, but amazingly nothing was broken. Climbing into the back seat saved my life, absolutely, because the passenger seat in the front, that area was just compressed Pinto after the crash.

The metal frame of the driver seat had bent forward from the impact, and I was too young, small and weak to budge it, but I tried, because I didn't know my mom was dead at that point (although looking at the totally destroyed car, a little voice in my mind said it was probable). Since I couldn't waken my mom, and I couldn't bend the seat back to its normal position to free her, I climbed out of the wreckage.

Passing by, a woman, schoolteacher, saw the accident and she pulled up and got out and came to me. I think SHE knew my mom was dead, but she was calm and gentle and told me to get in her car and she'd get me to a hospital and get help for my mom. I never knew her name, that teacher, because after she got me to the hospital and my family started showing up, she disappeared, like a superhero or something.

Wow, feels good to tell that story once in a while. Sorry for rambling on. I wrote that story once, probably better, for Advanced English Comp in college. My teacher broke down in tears reading it, right in front of the class, just sitting at her desk and crying. Got a good grade for that!

Anyway, drinking and driving is bad...m'kay?
jamstigator Reviewed by jamstigator on . Drinking and Driving just wondering how you guys/gals feel about drinking and driving... i personally and dead against it mainly because a relative of mine was hit by a drunk driver and lost a leg ... but also i feel like if your gonna party its kool as long as ur not endangering anyone else...idk anyone else got any thoughts?? Rating: 5