The Promise
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This is a onetime thing. Recently at school, they organized a visit from MADD ( Mothers Against Drunk Driving ). This is an organization that begun with mothers who lost their children due to drunk driving. We may not all notice it now, but there are some huge consequences. Anyways, they showed us a video showing the results of impaired driving, and clips where real family's described how they were affected by losing a loved one. I usually wouldn't do this, but the presentation really got to me, so I want to share how a couple of videos affected me and my perspective of life. I never lost someone, and I never want to, but I know some of you have and if it's for this reason . . . it isn't fair. The first part will be my own short story, and the second is a part from my own daily diary that shows my opinion. This is not meant to prevent you from making the choices you do, it is only to encourage you to think about the decisions you make ahead of time.
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