Teens Against Drunk Driving (T.A.D.D.) to Introduce their Proven, Life Saving, Educational Program to 8th Graders

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In their continued fight to eradicate drunk and distracted driving, Teens Against Drunk Driving (T.A.D.D.) has decided to introduce their highly endorsed, daily planner and study guide program, that educates against the dangers of drunk and distracted driving to 8th graders. To do so, T.A.D.D. will tweak their program, that historically has been an education tool at the high school level. The tweaking of the "Turn on to Safe Driving-I Can't be Dead, I'm only 17!' program should be concluded in time for the new school year.

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Our Program and Philosophy is simple; We desperately need to educate our children about the responsibilities of driving...long before they start driving, stated William M. Piecuch, Jr., Founder and President of T.A.D.D.

The “Turn Onto Safe Driving” theme is a positive and ongoing means to emphasize the responsibility that young drivers should have for safe driving for themselves, for their passengers and for other drivers and pedestrians with whom they share the road. It also demonstrates to the parents the importance with which the school regards the safety of their children.

All of the planners have been designed with extensive input from many experienced educators, nonprofit organizations, Government officials and private companies whose focus is dealing with the Safety issues relative to “teens and driving.” Planners offer a variety of useful information . . . a reference tool: Punctuation rules, points of Grammar, common formulas and terms, Fractions/Decimals & Percent . . . integrated with the functionality so popular among students.

The planners also have a variety of stories. Below is one of the stories entitled, "I Can't be Dead, I'm only 17!". It can be seen on T.A.D.D."S website. http://www.teensagainstdrunkdriving.org.

"Agony claws my mind. I am a statistic. When I first got here I felt very much alone. I was overwhelmed with grief, and I expected to find sympathy. I found no sympathy. I saw only thousands of others whose bodies were as badly mangled as mine. I was given a number and placed in a category. The category was called 'Traffic Fatalities'.

"The day I died was an ordinary school day. How I wish I had taken the bus! But I was too cool for the bus. I remember how I wheedled the car out fo Mom. 'Special favor,' I pleaded. 'All the kids drive'. When the 2:50 bell rang, I threw my books in the locker. I was free until 8:40 tomorrow morning! I ran to the parking lot - excited at the thought of driving a car and being my own boss. Free!

"It doesn't matter how the accident happened. I was goofing off - going too fast. Taking crazy chances. But I was enjoying my freedom and having fun. The last thing I remember was passing an old lady who seemed to be going awfully slow. I heard a deafening crash and felt a terrific jolt. Glass and steed flew everywhere. My whole body seemed to be turning inside out. I heard myself scream. Suddenly, I awakened. It was very quiet. A police officer was standing over me. Then I saw a doctor. My body was mangled. I was saturated with blood. Pieces of jagged glass were sticking out all over. Strange that I couldn't feel anything. Hey, don't pull that sheet over my head! I can't be dead! I'm only 17 I've got a date tonight! I'm suppose to grow up and have a wonderful life! I haven't lived yet! I can't be dead!

"Later I was placed in a drawer. My folks had to identify me. Why did they have to see me like this? Why die! I have to look at Mom's eyes when she faced the most terrible ordeal of her life? Dad suddenly looked like an old man. He told the man in charge, 'Yes - he is our son'.

"The funeral was a weird experience. I saw all my relatives and friends walk toward the casket. They passed by, one by one, and looked at me with the saddest eyes I've ever seen. Some of my buddies were crying. A few of the girls touched my hand and sobbed as they walked away.

"Please - somebody - wake me up! Get me out of here. I can't bear to see Mom and Dad so broken up. My grandparents are so wracked with grief they can barely walk. My brother and sister are like zombies. They move like robots. In a daze. Everybody. No one can believe this, and I can't believe it either.

"Please, don't bury me! I'm not dead! I have a lot of living to do! I want to laugh and run again. I want to sing and dance. Please don't put me in the ground. I promise if you give me just one more chance, I'll be the most careful driver in the whole world. All I want is one more chance. Please, I'm only 17!"

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