Dear Eve: You are The Driver.
At this point of my life when everything is broken and few things can be fixed, I want to tell you my story, hoping to pull you into this mix. I was twenty years old, and everything was perfect. Friends, love, a career I had. I wouldn’t have it any different. Until one night came, me driving on the road and a red signal I approached. Tired I was, as from work I came. Restless, I become as my stomach starts to ache. Green it got, and I hopped onto the road. Loud horn I heard, and a high beam on my head, oops off the road I go. Loud sounds, a crash, and the car went splash. My engine started singing, my brain already swinging. What happened? I asked. Is it me? Is it him? Who hit the other? What can be done? I loudly utter. I pulled by and spoke to the guy. Angry he was, screaming at me. Guilty, I felt, not knowing if it is me. Long story short, we pulled off the road, each left home not knowing who’s at fault. Sleepless I got, as days passed. One moment of distraction could have been my last. As reckless as I was, this accident taught me: Responsibilities I have for those around me. Even if not at fault, I will always be careful. Nothing is worse than losing a soul. So when the steer’s in my hand, I know it is more than that. It is people’s life and mine at a stand. Dear Eve, let me tell you, stories can happen to you as you are passing by. Just remember you are the one driving and not just a stand-by. A brain you have and a will you are given. Use them wisely, do not waste what’s given. A mistake you will make, decisions you will regret; it is much harder than baking a cake. So, Eve, careful you must be, as a life not always yours will be. Drive safe, count until ten, don’t let the wheel pulls you to an end.
