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It was 11pm on a Friday when the boy walked out of the house filled with a nasty smell and people running to the bathroom before they throw up. The boy swayed and waved to his friends as he stumbled to his car. 11:02 and his phone buzzed with a text from his mom, “When will you be home?” “Soon,” he responded, not knowing that was the opposite of what would happen. 11:07, across town and a dad drove out of a school parking lot with his daughter curled up after a long soccer practice, cleats on the floor waiting to score a goal the next day. 11:13 and the boy saw everything blur around him, hands slipping off the wheel, the alcohol from previous hours taking over. His car drifted to another lane, a lane where a dad and daughter are also headed home. 11:21 and there will be sirens and lights and numbers on a breathalyzer. Back at their home, a soccer bag waiting for things to be put in it, Extra cleats waiting to score their first goal. In an apartment a mother will be waiting for a text from her son. At 11:35 that night, two mothers will get a call and find that their children are Dead, in an accident that could have been avoided.
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Apr 20
Apr 20, 2026 at 3:16 PM UTC
One small choice can change your life
It was 11pm on a Friday when the boy walked out of the house filled with a nasty smell and people running to the bathroom before they throw up. The boy swayed and waved to his friends as he stumbled to his car. 11:02 and his phone buzzed with a text from his mom, “When will you be home?” “Soon,” he responded, not knowing that was the opposite of what would happen. 11:07, across town and a dad drove out of a school parking lot with his daughter curled up after a long soccer practice, cleats on the floor waiting to score a goal the next day. 11:13 and the boy saw everything blur around him, hands slipping off the wheel, the alcohol from previous hours taking over. His car drifted to another lane, a lane where a dad and daughter are also headed home. 11:21 and there will be sirens and lights and numbers on a breathalyzer. Back at their home, a soccer bag waiting for things to be put in it, Extra cleats waiting to score their first goal. In an apartment a mother will be waiting for a text from her son. At 11:35 that night, two mothers will get a call and find that their children are Dead, in an accident that could have been avoided.
Please don’t drink and drive :(
NeonGod13
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Apr 20
Apr 20, 2026 at 3:16 PM UTC
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