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People always told me that I should live everyday to the absolute fullest. That I should live my dreams, not just dream them. They said I should live without hesitation, because you never know when you could stop living.
I wish I’d listened.
Now, don’t get too upset, I’m not dead. Although, to me, death seems to be a much better option.
I’m seventeen. I play the drums, and I’m on the varsity swim team. I get good grades, have tons of friends, and I go out almost every night. If you were to meet me, you would think my life was perfect.
My life was perfect, but it only takes one night to turn a world upside down
It was a Thursday. The last Thursday of the summerâ€”school was starting on Monday. Naturally, some kid with a huge house was throwing a “good-bye to summer” party. A couple of friends and I piled into my Jeep and headed over around nine.
I barely even remember the party. I know there was dancing, and talking, and, of course, drinking. There was a game of truth-or-dare going on, and I remember some outrageous dares, but I couldn’t tell you what they were. I recall looking at the clock around 11:45 and swearing, because I was supposed to be home by midnight.
I ran around the party, looking for my friends. Once more, we all climbed into my Jeep for the ride homeâ€”not one of us was sober. There was no way I was going to make it home by curfew, but I sped anyway.
The last thing I remember is the oncoming car’s high beams blinding my eyes.
I woke up hours later, confused and in pain. My mother leaned over me, tears in her eyes. She said something, but I couldn’t understand. I opened my eyes more, and saw my entire family around me. I realized where I was: the hospital.
I tried to sit up, but my body wouldn’t allow me. I tried to speak, but it hurt to even breath. I tried to understand, but I don’t think I ever will.
That night, I had driven head on into that oncoming car’s high beams. That night, I killed an innocent man. That night I endangered my three best friends. That night, I lost the ability to move.
People still tell me live everyday to the absolute fullest. They say I’m lucky to be alive, and that I should embrace it. But I don’t know how to live like thisâ€”I have to learn all over.
So, try to live without hesitation, because you never know when you could stop living the way you’re used to.