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Yes I live in Wisconsin and this is so true!

It's winter in Wisconsin
And the gentle breezes blow
Seventy miles an hour
At twenty-five below.
Oh, how I love Wisconsin
When the snow's up to your butt
You take a breath of winter
And your nose gets frozen shut.
Yes, the weather here is wonderful
So I guess I'll hang around
I could never leave Wisconsin
'Cause I'm frozen to the ground!

That's about it. I'm not going to beg for reviews, if you like or hate something feel free to tell me if you want. I don't care.

ATTENTION DRIVERS OF ANY AGE, GENDER, OR NATIONALITY: YOU ARE NOT INVINCIBLE! ACTING STUPID ON THE ROAD BEHIND THE WHEEL HAS SERIOUS CONSEQUENCES YOU WOULDN'T BELIEVE UNTIL YOU'VE HAD IT HAPPEN TO YOU

I have my liscense now. But about fifteen years ago I and my immediate family were involved in a serious car accident.

It took my mother's life.

It started out so simple and mundane, we were driving home late one night after helping out at a family friend's farm. I was four at the time and throwing a fit because I didn't want to go home. My little sisters, three and one, were in their car seats on either side of me. My dad was riding shotgun and my mom driving, singing to me to make me feel better. We were driving through Iola, not a soul on the road and a light mist falling. Out of nowhere a black pickup runs the stop sign on our left and slams into our car. We had one of those old big cars that would stand up well in a crash.

He totaled it.

He hit my mother directly, killing her on the spot. My younger sister who was three at the time sat directly behind her. I saw her once in the hospital and it was the most terrifying thing I ever saw. My little sister hooked up to all these tubes, unable to move or talk because of the tubes down her throat. She's lucky to even be alive. My baby sister turned one the day before and has never known our mother. Our grandma, our mother's mother, is the only one she knows. My dad took it real hard.

I saw that truck seconds before it slammed into us, it's one of the clearest memories I have. He was seventeen at the time. I don't know who he is or what he looks like, I could meet him on the street and not know who he is.

He and his girlfriend had had a falling out and he had been driving mad. In his case, driving angry meant flying through a 25 mph zone at 50+.

I do know that if he had been going the speed limit there would be no way that he would have crushed our car, we probably would have been banged up a bit and suffered some financial blues due to the car and my mom would be here today.

I can tell you honestly that I'm practically sobbing as I type this.

My mom had become a donor a week or so before the accident, that if she ever died in a car accident they could use her organs for transplants. He hit us so hard he completely crushed every organ in her body. The only ones they could use were her eyes. In court he completely got away with it, his father got a good lawyer who made it sound like it was my mom's fault that we crashed, that she had been driving on the wrong side of the road or something like that. Even if that was true, which it's not, he had no excuse for running that stop sign or speeding through town.

I don't care who you think you are, you are NOT so important in any circumstance to endanger someone else's life like that. I can't remember my mother's voice, I only know what she looks like from pictures. I don't even remember what I called her, if I called her mama or mommy I don't know.

For years I've carried the pain, anger, and even guilt from this accident. I use to feel that if I had not thrown that fit at our friend's, that if we had left earlier, if we hadn't left at all, she'd still be here. I felt responsible for what happened.

I can't imagine what he feels. A killer at seventeen, even if it was accidental.

I wonder what he thinks every time he gets in a car, does he think about the three little girls he left without a mother, two who weren't old enough to know her? Does he think about the man he widowed? The parents he forced to bury their oldest child? The brother and sisters he left without their sister? The family friends who feel they caused it by inviting us over?

Don't make his mistake. Even if you get away with it in court there is no way in this life that you will clense yourself of the guilt.

Ok, done ranting.

About my stories:

I will never write slash or anything above T, just in case anyone's wondering.

I will finish the stories I have started or they will be taken down if I lose the story.

I'm a slow updater but I will try to be as quick as possible.

I think that covers everything for now. Please enjoy!