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"The End"

We were on our way home from our summer cottage, where we had been for the weekend, when it happened. We were driving up an old country road, a short cut my father thought would get us home faster. My father was driving, he was usually an extremely careful driver, but this particular day he was in a big hurry to get home, because we had stayed too long at the cottage. He had some important papers to write before going to work the next morning. The papers never got written, Dad never got home.

Dad was driving a little faster than usual, maybe sixty or sixty-five. All the sudden there was a frightening sound, a tire had blown out. The car careened to the left, the three remaining good tires grabbing and squealing for every last ounce of traction. Dad was fighting to regain control of the unruly machine! I could feel the tires give way under the tremendous tension! The ground flew up at me as the car tipped up on it's left side! The crash of the metal as the car rolled over was deafening, the shattering of glass, the splitting of the guard rails, all combined into one of the most horrifying concerts I have ever heard. Then came the final note of the concert, the final crash of the cymbals, the car crashed top-first into an ancient oak tree! The last thing I remember was the steel reinforced top crumpling in on us, crumpling like a papercup in the hands of Superman!

When I next realized where I was it was dark. I must have been unconscious for hours. I found myself some fifty feet from the mangled mass of twisted metal.

I could see the huge tree, standing there in all it's eminent beauty, looking down on the creation of man resting against its trunk, man's worst enemy, his most destructive weapon, ripped, mangled, and maimed, completely destroyed.

It was so quiet as I lay there. I just wanted to lay there and listen to the frogs and crickets in the woods. Suddenly it dawned on me what had happened, I jumped up and ran over to the twisted remains of our car.

I found my little brother sitting there beside the beautiful monster that had ended our flight. He seemed unharmed, so I began to search for my parents. I found them both still in the front seat of the car completely crushed by the smashed top.

I was so frightened, I didn't know what to do. The only thing I could think of was my little brother. I couldn't let him know of our parents death, not yet anyway. I took my brother by the hand and lead him to the roadside hoping someone would come along and help us.

My mind was so tangled with the thoughts of my parents that I failed to notice an approaching car, until I heard the scream of the tires as it slid to a rather abrupt stop. He called an ambulance for us. It took only about fifteen minutes for the ambulance to arrive, but it seemed like hours. They took us to a hospital, where by the way, I'd just as soon not be. I hate these places.

My little brother was released the day after we got here, he's staying with my aunt and uncle. They come to see me every day. I've been here for six weeks now, the longest six weeks in history, I think.

The doctors told me that I had received severe brain injuries in the wreck and I don't have much time left to live. Old Man Death is waiting just outside the door, he's giving me just enough time to finish this letter.

I can no longer use my legs nor my left arm. I can't hear a sound and my sight is getting weaker, I can hardly see this paper I am trying to writing on.

I have only one last request to make before I leave. Please drive carefully so your son won't die the way I am. If your son is not yet born, save your life and give him a chance to be born.

Everything is beginning to look funny, the room seems to be moving all around. Somebody just walked in the door, he wants me to go with him somewhere. I'm only to happy to go, I'm leaving this place at last.
Goodbye. I can no longer...

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