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 Tomorrow may never come....January 30, 2009 at 11:21 PM Those words are dangerous. Those words are sobering. Those words are life-changing. Those words are forever burned into my memory. Before she even spoke her first sentence, a tear began to form. The fluid full of sorrow swarming, waiting to be unleashed. As the tear broke and began to flow down her cheek, it was as if with each droplet, a part of this eternal sadness was released.
She was a loving parent. Her life was complete. She never thought this would happen to her. She was the mother of Chelsea Smith-Peaslee.
It all started with one rumor; the creators having no idea what turmoil this would produce. This made her so depressed at school. Her father wanted her to go to her cousin’s house for a day or two so she could get her mind off of school. On the night of December 1st 2007, Chelsea and her cousin snuck out of the house to meet some friends. When they reached the freeway, they were confronted with the fence. They decided to hop it because they wanted to get to the mall faster. As they started across the freeway, Chelsea got scared and tried to go back. She was hit by a drunk driver and killed instantly. Her cousin had to drag the body across the road; screaming, begging for help… To receive none.
I think this is one of the most amazing examples of how it takes one small incident, one person, one rumor to disrupt an entire state of being; on the most extreme level, taking a life.
“Her friends said she would never do that because her mom would kill her…but her mom didn’t have to kill her because somebody else did” she said.
Today, her mother came to my school to speak. This week being Safety Week… We’ve been encouraged to buckle our seatbelt every single time we get into a car. I now will. It takes an experience like this to make a concept engraved into one’s thinking. With each word out of her mouth, a shiver of sadness was shot into my own heart. It takes a lot for a person’s words to strike me so deep. I was moved to chills and overwhelmed so much by the emotion flowing out of this woman’s mouth as if directly from deep inside her soul. It brings a certain realness to me. The road Chelsea was killed on is one myself and my family have traveled on. The place she was trying to reach is one I’ve been to many times. Her school in the same district as mine.
…Just an experience I had today and thought I’d share…
From Anne-Marie Proulx
Posted on January 31, 2009 at 12:12 AM I know, it often happen that some people you know around you die, commit suicide and so on... It's not easy because you always say that a stupid accident could happen to you as well and ruin your musical or other dreams... it's hard but what can we do about this... Just always play as if it was the last day. Easier to tell than to do! Anne-Marie From Paul G.
Posted on January 31, 2009 at 12:19 AM Anne-Marie, I love your concept of playing as if it was your last time and it's something I'm going to do for now on. For the last few months I've been living as if each day was my last... I will never know when something is going to take everything from me. My sight, hearing, voice...My hands... They are my life. If something happened to them, what would happen to me? They are responsible for building this extraordinary realtionship with music that I have. Thank you so much for sharing and showing me this new concept to adopt into my musical life. I hope you're having/had a great day! :) From Larisa Mihaela
Posted on January 31, 2009 at 3:08 AM Oh, this is so sad! But it reminds me of the words my history of music teacher told to us before we graduated highschool: Anything can happen to anybody , and nobody is guaranteed to be spared from anything . She was trying to make us aware of life , of the fact that we are becoming adults , and to make us realize how important are the things we have .Not our possesions , not our talents , skills , not our success, not even our loved ones , and not our own lives are granted to be ours for ever. When I think of all this I feel I get stronger and happier in the same time - happier because I realize what I have , and how lucky I am to still have it .
From Paul G.
Posted on January 31, 2009 at 3:26 AM Thanks, Larisa:) I can always rely on you and Anne Marie to share your stories with me. Thanks again to both of you:) From Terez Mertes
Posted on January 31, 2009 at 2:00 PM These stories are always so sad and haunting. I try to use them as a reminder to live my own life fully each day. That poor mother... And the cousin. : ( From Paul G.
Posted on January 31, 2009 at 4:54 PM Terez, Yes, they are sad. But what I find even sadder is that it takes things like death for humans to learn, and yet most will never change.
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