Dear Sherry:
Your parents love you a lot. Don’t ever doubt that for a minute. On the
other hand, you are a mature young girl and you seem to be a responsible,
reasonable person.
You have to wonder why it has taken Fred so long to ask you out. And why
would he ask you out to a party where there will certainly be drinking and
perhaps even some drugs available? Before I give you my advice, I want to share
a little story with you about another young girl who we will call Jenny. She was
facing a similar dilemma.
Jenny was happy about the end of the school year. It had turned out to be a
really great year. She and her family had moved to a nice neighbourhood the
previous summer and she had made a lot of new friends. As she unloaded her books
on the last day of school, she could hardly hold back her excitement as she
looked forward to her date that night.
Finally, after a whole year, the star of the school hockey team had asked her
out on a date, but since her parents felt she was too young to date, she had to
tell them a little lie. Instead of telling them about her date, she had asked
them if she could spend the night with her girlfriends at a sleep-over. Her
parents reluctantly agreed.
As she got ready for her big date she felt kind of guilty for lying to her
parents, but thought what’s the big deal anyway about a pizza, a party and a
moonlight ride?
The party was great, and everything was going super until her date, Jeff, who
was already half drunk, began smoking some "joints" that a friend had
brought over. He then convinced her to go for a "little ride" with him
to "Look Out Point". Jenny couldn’t refuse and risk losing face in
front of the crowd, so she went along. After they arrived at the ‘Point’,
Jeff began to get a little too fresh and Jenny shoved him away, demanding to be
taken home. She thought, "Perhaps my parents were right...maybe I am too
young. How stupid am I?
Angrily, Jeff cranked up the engine and floored the gas. In seconds they were
going too fast. Jenny begged him to slow down, but he just went faster as they
neared town. Then all of a sudden, she saw a big flash and knew they were going
to crash.
She felt someone move her from the twisted wreck and heard, "Call an
ambulance! These kids are in trouble."
She heard a few more voices and realized that two cars were involved. She
wondered if Jeff was alive.
When she woke in the hospital she was told that she’d been involved in a
pretty bad accident.
The voices echoed inside her head when they told her that Jeff was dead.
They said, "Jenny, we’ve done all we can do, but it looks as if we’ll
lose you too."
"But the people in the other car?" Jenny cried.
"We’re sorry, Jenny, but they also died."
Jenny prayed. "God, forgive me for what I’ve done. I only wanted to
have one night of fun. Tell those people’s family I am so sorry. I only wish I
could bring their families back to them."
"Tell Mom and Dad I lied, and that it’s my fault so many people have
died," Jenny begged the nurse. "Oh, please, won’t you tell them that
for me?"
The nurse just stood motionless, looking sadly at Jenny, not saying a word.
She took Jenny’s hand with tears in her eyes and a few moments later, Jenny
died.
A man asked the nurse, "Why didn’t you agree to give that girl her
last request?"
She looked at the man with sad eyes and said, "Because the people in the
other car were her Mom and Dad."
Night-after-night, teenagers all around Canada and the United States are
facing tough decisions about dating, drinking, drugs, and peer pressure. Most of
the time they escape without any serious consequences.
In your case, Sherry, I would advise you to go straight to your parents, give
them a big hug and thank them for caring. There will be plenty of other
"Fred’s" in your life. There will also be plenty of other parties to
go to. Invite your girlfriend over to your house for the sleep-over, and ask
your parents to join the two of you to watch a movie or play some cards. Make
this a special night for your parents too, and always remember that some
decisions in life can change your direction for ever. This may be one of them.
Robert Kirwan: Editor
