Like the typical teenager, my phone is glued to the palm of my hand, at all times. I am guilty of texting and driving in the past, like most young drivers confess in their early years of driving. Once one uses a cell phone while driving and survives the car ride, it automatically becomes an unbreakable habit. One might claim he or she is “good at texting and driving” and are incapable of the serious risk of accidents caused by distracted driving. They are wrong to think it will never happen to them. They are wrong to think they are professionals when it comes to typing a 140 character tweet while operating a two ton vehicle. They are wrong to criticize me for making that mistake because they commit the same crime everyday without thinking.
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I slipped into my mom’s Chevy Cobalt, that she most graciously borrowed me for the evening, and set my shopping bags on the passenger side floor. I fumbled around for the end of the auxiliary cord to plug in my phone. It took me almost two minutes before I actually turned the car on. I like to check my social media apps, text messages, and choose a song to play before heading off to my destination. After my routine, I finally inserted the key into the ignition and I pulled the vehicle out of my parking …show more content…
As I thought about how much trouble I would be in with the police and my parents, I completely lost it. Police officers ran up to me and bombarded me with questions as my mind raced. I could barely squeak out answers between my loud sobs. “Calm down, just breathe,” one officer said as he put his hand on my back to comfort me. He was a bald, tall, middle-aged man who wore a black police vest that revealed massive his massive biceps and sunglasses that sat on top of his head. His size intimidated me enough to think he was going to chew me out, instead he kept reassuring me that everything is okay. He led me to the front seat of his police truck and we called my mom together. As I was on the phone with my mom, while watching the crash scene, I saw the woman from the SUV wearing a neck brace and getting strapped into a stretcher by the EMS workers. “Is she okay?!” I exclaimed as my heart pumped out of my chest and my tears returned, thinking she was seriously injured. “She’s fine, just complained of neck pain, so they are going to check her out,” the kind officer explained. It still freaked me out that this woman was being taken to the hospital because of me. All of this could have been avoided if I never picked up my phone. “Nobody is mad at you, you are lucky to be alive.” the officer told
I slipped into my mom’s Chevy Cobalt, that she most graciously borrowed me for the evening, and set my shopping bags on the passenger side floor. I fumbled around for the end of the auxiliary cord to plug in my phone. It took me almost two minutes before I actually turned the car on. I like to check my social media apps, text messages, and choose a song to play before heading off to my destination. After my routine, I finally inserted the key into the ignition and I pulled the vehicle out of my parking …show more content…
As I thought about how much trouble I would be in with the police and my parents, I completely lost it. Police officers ran up to me and bombarded me with questions as my mind raced. I could barely squeak out answers between my loud sobs. “Calm down, just breathe,” one officer said as he put his hand on my back to comfort me. He was a bald, tall, middle-aged man who wore a black police vest that revealed massive his massive biceps and sunglasses that sat on top of his head. His size intimidated me enough to think he was going to chew me out, instead he kept reassuring me that everything is okay. He led me to the front seat of his police truck and we called my mom together. As I was on the phone with my mom, while watching the crash scene, I saw the woman from the SUV wearing a neck brace and getting strapped into a stretcher by the EMS workers. “Is she okay?!” I exclaimed as my heart pumped out of my chest and my tears returned, thinking she was seriously injured. “She’s fine, just complained of neck pain, so they are going to check her out,” the kind officer explained. It still freaked me out that this woman was being taken to the hospital because of me. All of this could have been avoided if I never picked up my phone. “Nobody is mad at you, you are lucky to be alive.” the officer told