How precious life is
How precious life isHOW PRECIOUS LIFE IS
Eight o’clock Friday night my friend Peter knocked on the door to pick me up, we were going to this kid’s party named Jason whom his parents owned a huge house. I told Peter “ we are going to have fun there but don’t start drinking because you are going to drive on the way back” he turned his head and gave me this look as of course not, I wouldn’t drink and drive. We got into his ride that he has been bragging about for the past month. He had recently bought this car after two summer jobs and intense saving. It was an 87 Chevrolet camaro with a V8 corvette engine, which barley had any problems; I guess the previous owner took care of it. The car was completely fine from the inside but it definitely didn’t look as good from the outside. Beastie as he called didn’t have a nice body; it had major problems with the paint. The paint was peeling off and needed to be redone. Also the trunk, which opened electronically, didn’t work. One the other hand the car had this distinct smell on the inside, which you don’t find in many cars, it smelled like watermelon. When I asked peter “what’s with the smell” he said that he hadn’t figured it out yet.
By Eight thirty we were finally there, it took is about ten minutes circling the block to find a parking space. The party was jam-packed and noisy. There were a lot of people there whom I never seen before in school. They were college guys as I later found out from my friend Brian that they were Jason’s friends that came to see him. I didn’t care much about them because I always tried to mind my own business to stay out of trouble. By eleven o’clock most of the people were drunk and delirious. The party was a total chaos with people upstairs eating and throwing chips at each other and people were downstairs with the stereo full blast. Furthermore, people were acting ridiculous for example a skinny kid named Michael got punched in his face by one of the drunken college kids just because he stepped on his new shoes. The college kid demanded that he would kneel down and clean it up but Michael refused to do such a degrading act in front of all his buddies as a result they engaged in a fight which lasted for about ten seconds. Suddenly it got quiet and all the attention was focused on the fight. Clearly, somebody had to do something or Mike’s head would be torn off in the next three seconds. So, I ran and started to separate them from each other. I was able to grab Mike and get him out of the way but the college kid was too strong and I couldn’t hold him back. I managed to get Mike away but now the college kid turned on me and he was a drunken monster that was looking for any reason to fight. I tried to defend myself but he was a big guy, Peter stepped in and tried to help me out but the guy was still mad. For the most part the fight had stopped but the guy was still mad at peter and me for getting in his way and stopping the fight. I didn’t care if he was mad at me I was just glad that the fight was over.
By the time everything went back to normal it was time for us leave. It was two o’clock in the morning and I haven’t told my mom that I would be that late. I asked peter if we could leave because it was time for me to go. He didn’t mind at all he said, “ that’s cool man let me grab my jacket and we are out of here.” We grabbed our jackets and left the party but as I looked over my shoulder as we were leaving I noticed some of the college guys were following us. I told peter about but he didn’t think it was a big deal, he thought that they were leaving too. We had to run to the car because it was raining cat and dogs. We got into the car and told peter to be careful driving because it very slippery and muddy outside. We pulled out of the tight parking spot we were in and headed home. It was really gloomy outside so it was hard to see but I noticed a car with bright lights rushing our way and passing us going about eight miles per hour with was extremely dangerous in this heavy rain. “Red light” I shouted to peter which he apparently didn’t notice. We stopped next to this roaring black mustang, which had loud music coming out of it; I was able to tell right way that it was brand new car because it had those temporally cardboard license plates on it. I rolled down my window and I saw that college guy at the party rubbing his engine showing his interest in drag racing. He gave Peter this fiery look and said, “C’mon you wuss let see what this piece of crap of yours can do.” Peter was calm at the beginning but once the college kid put down Peter’s car like that he was enraged and fire was coming out of his eyes. I told Peter “oh no, you are not doing this, he is drunk and doesn’t know what the hell he is saying plus it raining man don’t risk you car” peter replied right away and said “shut and put your seat belt on” he also told the kid in the other car “you are on buddy”.
My hands started shaking as the black mustang ran the red light and passed us to get a head start. Peter wasn’t going to let him win but he also wasn’t planning to get us killed to he waited for the light to turn green. As soon as the light turned green peter slammed the gas, which caused the tired to spin in the rain. Peter accelerated till we were neck to neck with the mustang. We were going over one hundred and twenty miles per hour, which was scary because we had to go through traffic with the violent speed. I realized that this race wasn’t going to stop till the inevitable happens to one of us. I was hopping it wouldn’t be us. Peter was swerving from left to right till I got dizzy, fortunately for us the mustang had to slow down because it was stuck in front of a truck which was going slow. We passed him and he noticed that he was about to loose so he tried to swerve around the truck and catch up to us. The mustang moved to the left lane to pass the truck in front of it but the kid was surprised with a another car in the left lane up ahead so he tried to move fast back to the right lane as soon as he passed the truck or else he would rear end the other car, so he swerved to the right lane violently which caused him to hit the curb so he tried to prevent his cat from going over the curb by pulling his car in the opposite direction but he reaction time was too slow due to his intoxication she he pulled to hard in the opposite direction which caused him to face the oncoming traffic on the other direction. A huge pick up truck couldn’t stop fast enough on the slippery roads so it hit the mustang from the side, which caused it to flip over three times and slide on its back to a complete stop. That scene was horrifying to watch from the back window, the inevitable had happened and I assumed the kid was in serous trouble or maybe even dead. On the way home we say three police cars and ambulance rushing their way to the scene, I felt sorry for the kid as the passed us. I was wondering what has happened to him but I was too scared to go back.
I will never forget that scene as I watched the car roll over on its back to its complete stop, which made me think how precious life, is to anyone? Is it worth it to die just to show you are a big man with a fast car? But I learned my lesson and was thankful that it wasn’t me in that car, I could have died in a split of a second. I hope nobody would have to go through these harsh full events to learn not to drink and drive and definitely not to drink and drag race.