Choices Made

You were 22 years old. You had probably expiramented here and there with alcohol and drugs. According to the law enforcement officers, you liked to drink. A lot. Mom said we should suspect drugs, but that was hard for mom to choke out as she watched us insert needles and tubes into you, and pump on your chest, in a feeble attempt to reverse what you had done. The monitor remained a straight line. Your heart had taken all it could. It was 3 a.m., and your "friend" frantically ran to wake your little sister. He said to tell your mom you were "sick". Your mom had no idea what when she saw you, your friend would be doing CPR on you. Had no idea that when she called 911, your "friend" would run away as fast as he could. Some friend. You probably had no idea how much your mom loved you, how much your little sister admired you, despite your choices. Your mom wasn't ignorant. She knew you were into a little cocacine, some pills, the booze. She probably worried herself sick that this- her worst nightmare- would happen eventually. How many people have you left hurting in the wake of your choices made?

We all make choices that affect more than just ourselves. Sometimes, we fail to see just how devastating the big picture is. Sometimes, nomatter how badly you wish you could undo it and take it all back, pick a different route, change the past, you just can't unring the bell.