til ettertanke...

[Åge]

Originally posted by le0n

 

Litt teit og si det og lixom, fordi det er ulovlig og kjøre i fylla men det er og ulovlig og sitte på med en som kjører i fylla..

Uansvarlig av gutten som kjørte, men det var det faen meg av jente som ville sitte på og!

Og hu gjorde det sikkert vell vitende om han hadde drukket,

og var sikkert edru nok til og skjønne det :(

Kansje du skal lese hele innholdet i historien før du kommer med sånne kommentarer. Bilen hun satt i ble påkjørt av denne fylle kjøreren!!!!!

[OleC]

Originally posted by le0n

 

Han er en mann du :)

Ja men de var så like. oxo var det fra en svensk avis. Det er jo ikke lett i si hva slags kjønn hun eer etter ulykken, hvis du ikke vet det da:)

[Spaca]

Enig med deg hondababe.. hadde det vært meg hadde jeg heller ønsket å dø enn å leve slikt..

Alle mine tanker til den sterke jenten som blir med på å bli tatt bilde av og bli lagt ut på en side slikt.. Beundrer hennes mot og pågang.. Håper hun er lykkelig.. eller blir lykkelig...

Hadde det vært meg hadde jeg avlivd meg selv på stedet lixom... morbid sagt.. men jeg hadde ikke klart det...

[hobnob]

tenkte med en gang på dette diktet når jeg leste posten

 

:

 

A Poem About Drinking And Driving-Author Unknown

 

 

I went to a party, Mom, I remembered what you said.

You told me not to drink, Mom, so I drank soda instead

I really felt proud inside, Mom, the way you said I would.

I didn't drink and drive, Mom, even though the others said I should.

I know I did the right thing, Mom, I know you are always right.

Now the party is finally ending, Mom, as everyone is driving out of sight.

As I got into my car, Mom, I knew I'd get home in one piece.

Because of the way you raised me, so responsible and sweet.

I started to drive away, Mom, but as I pulled out into the road,

the other car didn't see me, Mom, and hit me like a load.

As I lay there on the pavement, Mom, I hear the policeman say,

the other guy is !drunk, Mom, and now I'm the one who will pay.

I'm lying here dying, Mom.. I wish you'd get here soon.

How could this happen to me, Mom? My life just burst like a balloon.

There is blood all around me, Mom, and most of it is mine.

I hear the medic say, Mom, I'll die in a short time.

I just wanted to tell you, Mom, I swear I didn't drink.

It was the others, Mom. The others didn't think.

He was probably at the same party as I.

The only difference is, he drank and I will die.

Why do people drink, Mom? It can ruin your whole life.

I'm feeling sharp pains now. Pains just like a knife.

The guy who hit me is walking, Mom, and I don't think it's fair.

I'm lying here dying and all he can do is stare.

Tell my brother not to cry, Mom. Tell Daddy to be brave.

And when I go to heaven, Mom, put "Daddy's Girl" on my grave.

Someone should have told him, Mom, not to drink and drive.

If only they had told him, Mom, I would still be alive.

My breath is getting shorter, Mom. I'm becoming very scared.

Please don't cry for me, Mom. When I needed you, you were always there.

I have one last question, Mom, before I say good bye.

I didn't drink and drive, so why am I the one to die?

[Jonte]

Originally posted by hobnob

tenkte med en gang på dette diktet når jeg leste posten

 

:

 

A Poem About Drinking And Driving-Author Unknown

 

 

I went to a party, Mom, I remembered what you said.

You told me not to drink, Mom, so I drank soda instead

I really felt proud inside, Mom, the way you said I would.

I didn't drink and drive, Mom, even though the others said I should.

I know I did the right thing, Mom, I know you are always right.

Now the party is finally ending, Mom, as everyone is driving out of sight.

As I got into my car, Mom, I knew I'd get home in one piece.

Because of the way you raised me, so responsible and sweet.

I started to drive away, Mom, but as I pulled out into the road,

the other car didn't see me, Mom, and hit me like a load.

As I lay there on the pavement, Mom, I hear the policeman say,

the other guy is drunk, Mom, and now I'm the one who will pay.

I'm lying here dying, Mom.. I wish you'd get here soon.

How could this happen to me, Mom? My life just burst like a balloon.

There is blood all around me, Mom, and most of it is mine.

I hear the medic say, Mom, I'll die in a short time.

I just wanted to tell you, Mom, I swear I didn't drink.

It was the others, Mom. The others didn't think.

He was probably at the same party as I.

The only difference is, he drank and I will die.

Why do people drink, Mom? It can ruin your whole life.

I'm feeling sharp pains now. Pains just like a knife.

The guy who hit me is walking, Mom, and I don't think it's fair.

I'm lying here dying and all he can do is stare.

Tell my brother not to cry, Mom. Tell Daddy to be brave.

And when I go to heaven, Mom, put "Daddy's Girl" on my grave.

Someone should have told him, Mom, not to drink and drive.

If only they had told him, Mom, I would still be alive.

My breath is getting shorter, Mom. I'm becoming very scared.

Please don't cry for me, Mom. When I needed you, you were always there.

I have one last question, Mom, before I say good bye.

I didn't drink and drive, so why am I the one to die?

 

Trist dikt...

 

Jeg synes faen meg det er bra at det er så mange av oss som er i mot det å drikke å kjøre. Det viser at norske bilinteresserte faktisk kan ta ansvar og tenke.

[HemiCuda]

Originally posted by hobnob

tenkte med en gang på dette diktet når jeg leste posten

 

:

 

A Poem About Drinking And Driving-Author Unknown

 

 

I went to a party, Mom, I remembered what you said.

You told me not to drink, Mom, so I drank soda instead

I really felt proud inside, Mom, the way you said I would.

I didn't drink and drive, Mom, even though the others said I should.

I know I did the right thing, Mom, I know you are always right.

Now the party is finally ending, Mom, as everyone is driving out of sight.

As I got into my car, Mom, I knew I'd get home in one piece.

Because of the way you raised me, so responsible and sweet.

I started to drive away, Mom, but as I pulled out into the road,

the other car didn't see me, Mom, and hit me like a load.

As I lay there on the pavement, Mom, I hear the policeman say,

the other guy is !drunk, Mom, and now I'm the one who will pay.

I'm lying here dying, Mom.. I wish you'd get here soon.

How could this happen to me, Mom? My life just burst like a balloon.

There is blood all around me, Mom, and most of it is mine.

I hear the medic say, Mom, I'll die in a short time.

I just wanted to tell you, Mom, I swear I didn't drink.

It was the others, Mom. The others didn't think.

He was probably at the same party as I.

The only difference is, he drank and I will die.

Why do people drink, Mom? It can ruin your whole life.

I'm feeling sharp pains now. Pains just like a knife.

The guy who hit me is walking, Mom, and I don't think it's fair.

I'm lying here dying and all he can do is stare.

Tell my brother not to cry, Mom. Tell Daddy to be brave.

And when I go to heaven, Mom, put "Daddy's Girl" on my grave.

Someone should have told him, Mom, not to drink and drive.

If only they had told him, Mom, I would still be alive.

My breath is getting shorter, Mom. I'm becoming very scared.

Please don't cry for me, Mom. When I needed you, you were always there.

I have one last question, Mom, before I say good bye.

I didn't drink and drive, so why am I the one to die?

 

 

fikk en tåre i øyekroken gitt *snufs* :(

[InFlames]

Finns mange tragiske historier med fyllekjøring i værden som vi ikke kan gjøre noe med.

Men det vi kan gjøre er å ta avstand fra fylle kjøring å aldri tenke tanken.

[CrZy_T]

holdningsgivende arbeid.

[colt]

Uff, trilla noen tårer nedover ansiktet mitt nå...

Faen ta alle fyllekjørere!!!!

[Hans]

Originally posted by HemiCuda

 

 

fikk en tåre i øyekroken gitt *snufs* :(

 

Me 2.. :( triste saker det her.....

[ØysteinSlåke]

trist sak

 

men føler at nye og gamle brukere av Bilforumet

bør ha dette i tankene før dei neste gang setter seg sjølv og ikkje minst andre uskyldige i fare.

 

Don't drink and drive...

og kjør fint når du er edru og

 

Ikkje la det bli deg...

[KinG^KaoZ]

På skolen hadde vi besøk av en mann som hadde vert ute og kjørt fort i en sprek bil. Han tok en sving litt for fort og kom over i feil kjørebane.

 

Så traff han en bil front mot front, vennen hans var "synligt" død som han sa selv og i den andre bilen ble 2 jenter drept husker jeg rett. Han selv fikk alle invollene knust. Han sonet 1 år før han slapp ut fordi han hadde bare et par år igjen og leve, så kjørte han rundt på skoler og fortalte historien. Triste saker, tror nok en god del i salen tenker seg om 2 ganger hvis de skal ut og kjøre.

 

Samme med en "tøffing" som skulle låne en motorsykkel, etter noen meter hadde han truffet et fortau og knust begge bena på ei 8 år gammel jente som måtte sitte i rullestol resten av livet.

 

Så var det den tragiske historien om bilen med 5 ungdommer som traff en murvegg, politiet trodde først at det bare var 4stk men når de skulle fjerne vraket fant de ut at ei jente var under motoren som lå i baksetet. Politimannen var nesten på gråten da han fortalte om Faren til en av jentene i bilen som jobbet på sykehuset den kvelden og ikke kjente igjen dattera si når de tok imot likene.

 

Tror ikke jeg hadde klart å leve livet om jeg hadde gjort noe slikt :(